wakarusa

she'll make you breakfast

she'll make you toast

but she don't use butter

and she don't use cheese

she don't use jelly

or any of these

she uses vaseline.

as the confetti exploded into the 10:00 kansas sky amongst the lovers and the dreamers, i felt a sense of completeness and desire. a desire that only came from the hands on my face, creating shadows from the stage lights. i was sweaty and amazing with you, i'll never forget the feeling of your hand following me through the revolution of smoke, glow sticks, screams and innocence. i want to thank you for making me feel like i've been trying to for this past year... you have renewed my fire with every whisper in my ear and smile you put on my face.

you were a sweet kiss too and this bliss will never pass until our lips flame again.

six hours at the pier

summer in the city
means cleavage! cleavage! cleavage!
and i start to miss you,
baby,
sometimes.
i’ve been staying up and drinking
in a late night establishment
telling strangers
personal things.
summer in the city,
i’m lonely! lonely! lonely!
i went to a protest
just to rub up against
strangers
and I did feel like
coming
but I also felt like
crying.
and it doesn’t seem so worth it right now.
and the castrated ones
stand in the corner
smoking.
they want to feel
the bulges
in their pants start to rise.
at the site of a beautiful woman
they feel nothing but
anger,
her skin makes them
sick
in the night…
nauseous…
summer in the city,
i’m so lonely! lonely! lonely!
i’ve been hallucinating you,
babe,
at the backs of other women.
and I tap them on the shoulder
and they turn around
smiling
but there’s no recognition
in their eyes.
summer in the city
means cleavage! cleavage! cleavage!
and don’t get me wrong,
dear,
in general
i’m doing quite fine.
it’s just when it’s summer in the city,
and you’re so long gone
from the city
i start to miss you,
baby,
sometimes.
when it’s summer in the city,
and you’re so long gone
from the city
i start to miss you,
baby,
sometimes…

Feelin' the stress

i've got uhh 3 whole days of classes left, i'm starting to feel the stress creep on. roommate situation has hit an all time low, can't wait to move out of here. i've been trying to get my life back together so i can pack up an entire year in boxes... my meds sort of feel like they aren't working as good as they should, which is frustrating. i thought i solved this? maybe i just need someone to talk to. speaking of, me and south carolina are talking again- single. i actually pulled up some flights last night until today when i realized that south carolina is probably saying the same things to me as any other girl he talks to. just my luck. even though i'm supposed to drive a bmw and be a designer out there. we'll see.

i bought some death cab for cutie tickets today at red rocks (STOKED!). i'm hoping that brings a good time, i was listening to crooked teeth while i was smoking a cigarette today and told myself to buy them as soon as i got to a computer. so i did. just between me and me, thanks for the tank tops and hoodie and adorable cream sweater. your toothbrush might taste like ramen noodles the next time you use it, but i hope your first years of college were great.

ciao.

Cinni-Mini Crunch

It was all so different
before everything changed.

This is about icecream, and how you want to just smack it's ass and beg for more

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I miss the pull of your heart
I tasted sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love
It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right

So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms

Castles Made Of Sand

I want to be more than this...

What You Thought You Needed

Wow. Not going to lie...this weekend was not what I expected. Well, about 8 hours of it. Most of which were drowned in the snores of a person I never thought would be so close to touching my lips again. And in between the bloody noses, I want to know what it is that I'm doing, what you need, what I need and what that means because I'm going to dinner with someone I really care about in two days... and I can't stop thinking if I still care about you, and how you care about me. Were you about to...???

In the mean time... this is playing through my mind right now.

I can't give you everything you want

But I could give you what you thought you needed.

A map to keep beneath your seat, you've been to me in time

I'll get you there.

I fold it up so we don't find our way back soon, nobody knows we are here.

We can park the van and walk to town

Find cheapest bottle of wine that we could find

And talk about the road behind how getting lost is not a waste of time.

The water moor will take us home in the moment we will sing as the forest sleeps.

Well it's all for the sake of arriving with you

Well it's all .. for the sake of arriving with you

I will make the table into a bed

The candle is burning down, its time to rest.

I can't take back things already gone, but I could give you promises for keeps.

And I would only take them back if they become your own and you give 'em to me .

And it's all for the sake of arriving with you.

Well it's all for the sake of arriving with you.

We could make this into anything

We could make this into more than words we speak.

This could make us into anything

It could make us grow and become what we'll be.

Mmmmmm ..

How and we will know

It's just like it feels.