four years. we cried, we sang, we danced, we laughed. we made more memories than our hearts can handle. we learned how to love, how to live, how to hurt, and how to heal. we learned how to deal. we learned to lie and to be honest. to kiss and sell. to kiss and tell. to miss and dwell. to remember to forget. to forget to remember. to listen to gossip and to share our own. how to get by. how to stay fly. no lie. but we learned life as life learned us.
there were eyes i wanted to catch. and there were arms i wanted to avoid. there were lies to be set straight. and ties that should have hung high. but when you hung up on me, i didnt hang up my tie near the ceiling. i became who i am. whoever the fuck that is, but im ok with it. and im learning myself better everyday. i've got a way with words; do you have a way with anything over the waist?
he shouldn't be worried. my only deadlines are with the skeloton my heart visits time to time and any of his friends. but he hasn't disarmed me. i want to fight this war. i'll never throw up a white flag. only red.
drinks all around, and hey who cares if i slip something in a few of them.
my feet are running away, but my arms haven't let go.
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