| Somewhere to fall apart. |
[Wednesday, Mar. 11th, 2009|03:49 am]
The richest girl in town.
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And sometimes what you need at 3 o' clock in the morning instead of a second glass of the Veuve Clicquot you previously promised yourself you wouldn't open until you found a job is to climb into your car in search of cigarettes and end up driving through Oakland and Berkeley listening to the Once soundtrack hysterically crying, screaming "NO!" at the top of your lungs, because death isn't fair, and neither is life, and at least this way you won't wake your neighbors.
You must have fallen from the sky,
You must have shattered on the runway.
You brought so many to the light,
And now you're by yourself.
There comes a point in every fight
Where giving up seems the only way,
When everyone has said goodbye,
And now you're on your own.
And if you need somewhere to fall apart,
Somewhere to fall apart.... |
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| Comments: |
release isn't always pretty to the observer, but it's beautifully necessary in its own terrible way.
good thoughts and love.
And sometimes that's what you need.
I've done the screaming in the car so as not to wake the neighbors thing several times. One of the many reasons I'm grateful for having one. {{{hugs}}}
I'm thinking of you. Loss is loss period.
Yeah, you're in my thoughts too. Hang in there.
oh darlin. you really do deserve the best. *sighs*
wish i had control of the universe =\ | |
