the sun.

after school
walking home
fresh dirt under my fingernails
and i can smell hot asphalt
cars screech to a halt to let me pass
and i cannot remember
what life was like through photographs
trying to recreate images life gives us from our past

and sometimes it's a sad song.

moving on down the street
i see people I won't ever meet
think of her, take a breath
feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
and sometimes it's a sad song.

but i cannot forget
refuse to regret
so glad i met you

take my breath away
make everyday
worth all of the pain that i have
gone through

and i've been crying
cause things ain't how they used to be.

she said the battles almost won
and we're only several miles from the sun

the rhythm of her conversation
the perfection of her creation
the sex she slipped into my coffee
the way she felt when she first saw me
hate to love and love to hate her
like a broken record player
back and forth and here and gone.

notice how songs are always better when they're sung about a girl rather than a guy?
same thing for pictures too. i'd rather stare at a girl's face than a guy's.

something about us, the fairer sex..
something more.. interesting.