I know I'm a little strange to you

singfest, here i come! -dances around- 
backstage entry, here i come too! -does a waltz-
and to those who don't have permission: buy tix and lie

"JOSH. STOP IT."
"whaaattt....you always think i'm up to no good but actually i am..."
(silent pause)
"hahahahahahahahahhahahaha..." 

hours just interjects me back into everything that was of last year-the good times. with every piano key, it's like those reels of a storyboard- just in my mind and vague- the scenes of when you, me, him, her and everyone else on the cigarette littered sticky floors, all play in front of me like hollographic memories. and every strum of the guitar, running with the neon lights while denatured by the dizzy company with all miles of hope. electrolytes through the air when watching them make music so close to my own soul, old jeans and serial rainfalls. kids on the block and midnight cartoons on the network, coffee milk and honey stars. this is what fire fight does to me. 

"beneath your weary eyes"

to the boy whose propaganda is the pokey.i like:
our busrides home
falling asleep on your bed at 6am after a sleepless sleepover
eating your 'best eggs in the world' with your 'best milo'
missing you in the middle of the night and calling you
camwhoring in your dressing mirror
walking on the sand barefoot holding your hand
your bouquets of flowers
your kisses on my nose
your cat
and most of all-
i like you.
because you go down on one knee and beg me not to go
when i'm going home

"tell your joshua to stop raising the standards of a boyfriend already la.."

drama rehearsal

I'll forget symmetry and paint our lives rainbow
manipulate light and the three dimensional world
so i can be next to you
one two three i'm counting sheep
three four i'm still not asleep

 From Josh.