Fuck tumblr.

This is not the time or place for us to speak like this

Even if I had the thought I’d never dream of it

So I’m going to write a screenplay.

I could obscure these words with poetry
False maturity
There’s no universal truth
No blueprint to help you follow you
It’s all up to you
So be proud of what you do
Cause it is what it is what it is what it is

It’s really bothering me that I’m not pleased with who I am

There’s sixteen years from here to the past

There’s love, there’s hate

There are drugs in the back

The lights are dim and the music loud

Like the whole damn city is upside down

It’s been two years and I haven’t been too proud

But the worlds on fire and I’m just getting out

Some friends are drinking up from the family brew

The words are spilling out and the bottles too

It’s thirty years from here to the end

Around thirty states then back again

But your friends aren’t there, no you’re flying alone

Through the whole damn night, then you’re coming home

I think it’s time that we should burn

Cause we’ve all burned out inside

And all I have left, is what I haven’t got to hide

They carry weight and they can create

A song from words, that’d take me days

Both my ears they listen close

My eyes adjust and I sing back slow

Go ahead and ask me how I felt

When I learned your bones

Don’t fit under your skin that well

In my mind there’s a Tennesse

With the rolling hills and the hardwood trees

I wasn’t taking it out of proportion. I understood what you were saying.