samuel. 16. blink-182 saved my life.
July 3, 2012.
Middle of the night.
Who knows how long we were together at that point.
Almost close to a tragedy we started a year ago.
Close to breaking somewhere throughout the night, but we had to keep things in balance.
Your family happened to leave for the night and you decided to let some crook in at…
What is 72?
What 72 is to you is something different to me.
Do you die at 72? Do your parents wash away at 72?
I have no clue
72 is a street.
Not just any street.
Why does this matter?
It’s just I’m finding myself there again.
I don’t want that.
I want you.
Now I’m stuck walking up and down 72 every damn day in hopes of seeing a familiar face.
Living Room Story.
There are stories I’ve lived through but have never bothered to share within myself.
You have always been a great part of the city and every half made disaster there.
Are you in love with me or the lights dancing around my head?
Am I some boy you’ll leave tied down to your bed or another name…
We all know four
We only feel four.
Nights like these I feel five.
As in, I’m feeling the fucking cold, but my head’s stuck somewhere in the Summer.
Summer: I miss you, and the way I creeped up towards your window. We are what we are now and I guess a friend is just as good as me being dead.
Fall: You’re here right now and I wouldn’t want you anywhere else. As much pain as you bring, you remind me that I can still feel.
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