01.12.02-11:56 p.m.> contrast and compare between the busy ones and the ones that don�t care until there is no one that you really know so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made they will all end up broken and quickly replaced. weeks are slow, days drag on; even practice and parties seem long but i found myself going i guess there�s nothing to do oh well group of kids, line of cars, more will show up after the bars close there�s this boredom that drowns everything. bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space i look for a corner or a quieter room there�s no heat in this house i can�t breath with these words in my mouth but i�m not going to say them yeah, i�ve made that mistake before on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up, where you been, is something wrong? i try to just smile, and say everything�s fine
-Bright Eyes
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