5 A.M.

Drunken Randomness for half an hour at 5 in the morning:

I saw the age left in her eyes
Undecided, unrealized her doubts suddenly had come alive

She had that sad look upon her face
Everything left behind to her slowly became replaced

Either way, I say, you've gotta get up and get out of town
All the things you thought you loved are no longer around

Did you throw me away intentially or was I another dropped penny
Another miscalculated loss of the notches on your bed

Relocating my drunken thoughts during the long summers
I'm waiting, I'm here waiting. Come to me, in my head

I'm dreaming, of your thoughts
I'm sleeping, in your arms

I can't wait, for us. Every moment, Every stop motion movie.
Small steps, deep breathes. Don't speed up, hold off on the losing.

We're too in a hurry to grow up
Drive fast and watch times blur by

Listening to the letter blocks that we spelled out so long ago
Dance to the plastic tape recorders you left over my house
Play with the scale cars on the carpet
Rot to the bites of your apple tree in front of your window
Sleep in the backyard adventure we called home

But it's okay, in the end we're young
By the time we've figured it out we're done

Forget about the times you found me in your tree outside
Trying to grab your attention from the road
Scar our memories with thoughts of suicide after simple wounds
Damn those who got in our way and ruined our playdate

Pouring sand into the crevices of our demons
It's okay to let go when I'm with you.
Put on our jumpsuits and go jumping for no reason
Hop the side walk cracks for lack of information

I can't listen to the tapes anymore
I can't put togther 1 and 3 and make four
I can't spin a 720 on the merry go round
I can't think straight like after falling down

All those life lessons erased
I've lost all sleep
Making all the pictures in the wall makes sense to me now

Yearbooks spread out, stapled to my wall
Our sneaker prints on the ceiling
I've got the past the present and the future as my decor
No other kinds of faces than the one's been seeing

Nostalgic to the point of pills, it seems as if I've lost my will.
Nothing seems to make sense, and my memory banks have gotten dense.

I've got,
Nothing,

Nothing to rely on.

Bowl cuts, quick remarks

Photos burned after getting a fast high.

Fuzzy Mittens, Frost Bitten

Everything that we had washed away in the tide.


But we don't have to grow up.

Clouds with silver linings make heavy clouds
Then how could watch for shapes when we go out?

If we go out?

Where's the stuff, that we grew up on?
TV shows and lunch specials chucked on?

But you got no reply

The Halloween costumes we laughed at
Are still sitting in my closet.

The Christmas presents we wanted so much
Are still here waiting to be junked.

Dirt in the wheels and everything is now so unreal.
I've got nothing without you, my best friend.

Let's go play outside for real