Just something

[classjaw]

the reverse of wrongdoing- we haven’t done anything at all. each night i call you up just to pretend like i don’t give a fuck. and i cant tell if its desperation or determination in your eyes. and i know the chances of you remembering the hints and glances i drop are slim to none. but i just want you to know how special you are. sorry for going cheesy- i know these aren’t the words you go to bed regretting reading, i know these aren’t the words youre used to believing. but if you could see you the way i see you i think you’d get it. we are gold coated in a silver lined world. we are first class before the takeoff. we are what fame is like without being famous. we are hearts before the break. i am the spark in your eye. you are the bright lights in mine. and im beating around old cliches trying to get this right. because ‘i love you’ just doesn’t have the same punch it used to. i want to go home with blackeyes knowing i fought for something golden. but youre only here for the stories. even the scars. because bragging rights make up for the rough nights. and youre just graceful enough to slip by under the radar; unnoticed and unknowing. im home so much but if i was out i’m sure i’d be sneaking around. it’s been like this for awhile now. all the drugs are just cures for the side-effects of whatever the fuck is wrong with me. where being normal feels like a casualty. i dont even wanna stand out, i just wanna be noticed by the one person that plagues my fucking mind. sometimes i wake up wishing the sky wasn’t there, just to see what’s behind the whole charade. when youre young they trick you into wishing on stars that are already burned out. its just something i held onto i guess.

[Dubui_209]

the reverse of wrongdoing- we haven’t done anything at all. each night i call you up just to pretend like i don’t give a fuck. and i cant tell if its desperation or determination in your eyes. and i know the chances of you remembering the hints and glances i drop are slim to none. but i just want you to know how special you are. sorry for going cheesy- i know these aren’t the words you go to bed regretting reading, i know these aren’t the words youre used to believing. but if you could see you the way i see you i think you’d get it. we are gold coated in a silver lined world. we are first class before the takeoff. we are what fame is like without being famous. we are hearts before the break. i am the spark in your eye. you are the bright lights in mine. and im beating around old cliches trying to get this right. because ‘i love you’ just doesn’t have the same punch it used to. i want to go home with blackeyes knowing i fought for something golden. but youre only here for the stories. even the scars. because bragging rights make up for the rough nights. and youre just graceful enough to slip by under the radar; unnoticed and unknowing. im home so much but if i was out i’m sure i’d be sneaking around. it’s been like this for awhile now. all the drugs are just cures for the side-effects of whatever the fuck is wrong with me. where being normal feels like a casualty. i dont even wanna stand out, i just wanna be noticed by the one person that plagues my fucking mind. sometimes i wake up wishing the sky wasn’t there, just to see what’s behind the whole charade. when youre young they trick you into wishing on stars that are already burned out. its just something i held onto i guess.
I like it.

[classjaw]

Thanks. I appreciate it.