July 2009
June 2009
So today for lunch, me, Danny, Lester, and Richard went to subway for lunch. Outsidr of the subway was a hobo who looked like sh!t and talked like a old meth addict. He asked for change and we said we had none and walked into subway to get sandwiches.
After getting my oven roasted chicken breast on a flatbread, me and Danny left ahead to get a drink at the gas station across from subway. When we were walking there, we saw that the hobo was there. As we approached the gas station, he asked us again for money. Again.
We went in awkwardly, paid with money, an left to go back and record tracks.
Sorry, we dont want to give money to feed your addiction, b!tch.
I was too ashamed
I was too ashamed
I was just to weak to save her
But she doesn’t care, no,
she doesn’t care.
Please let me take you pain away
for one day.
I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late
this moment we share together
and the streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.” —Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional
Day 224.
The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Some place back there