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solo summer nights

bleed to the currents

whoreface hobag
29 November 1986
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Once upon a time I was 16 and my livejournal super important. I'm 20 now and I hardly ever log in. I miss the days when this meant more to me.

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
80's power ballads, being the only girl, bestest friends inthe world, campfire smell, car sing-a-longs, cold summer showers, eleven eleven, excited hand seizures, excuses for touching, extra chocolatey hot chocolate, hose fights, howie day/austrailia, limoncello, matt pond pa, moonlight reflecting off snow, people laying on me, photobooths, pillow talk, piteå sweden, playing mash, sand and suncreen, secret bathroom meetings, something corporate, sparkly foot car fresheners, summer thunderstorms, the beach chair lift, the beu sisters!!, the weakerthans, wallowing afternoons, warm summer eyes, warm winter days, waves that eat you, wearing sandals all-the-time, wishing on 11:11, you, you yes you,