...and that time...

more of the early aughts; or not (do you even know what the aughts are? this dictionary doesn't).

drunk scribbles from that time (and that time...

and that time...

and that time...)

SAAHS lets just go with it.

you don't want what we can have you want what i can

give you

not to share

but

what i have given you is

what you wish you could have

in your bedroom

and, i can't lend it to you

anymore

i came to the conclusion and told you about it

but i never meant

this

but my denial should have told me

and

well

i am not surprised at all.

i am not surprised at all

that they are with you in the woods now. i mean, was it anyone else?

no.

it was always them.

and thats okay, it was fun.

We all talk in our own language, and, really

those few minds i put to bed nightly

and

those who own the lighters

i hold in my back pocket are the only ones

who can sound out the s' in my slurred tongue.

they can pick the tufts from your hair, and i know that they want to

thats the thing

they want to

and i don't

i can love you from a far

and

its the only way

it should be

and you want it that way

even if you can't

admit it

and

you know this

and it was fun pretending for awhile

and the ones who don't need

to ask

of

anything

and yet i am

willing to give

i'm a dreamer

i'm a dreamer

but i'm not the only one

but

we are one

you have me

i just can't give you all of it because

i know i'll never get it back

and the ones who don't need

to ask

of

anything

and yet i am

willing to give

its taken me this long to realize and

i don't mind

its just nice to know

theres a reason you're there and then you're not

you're afraid to show all the ones who

love those eyes

and, i guess i don't blame you

i mean, i don't know

(what its like)

i just think

the coward in the corner will be called on

soon enough

and i wish

you'd just give something real and flawed

and ugly

because you've given me everything

except that

Have i ever mentioned how I much I fucking hate time?