bree is proud. :]]

Finally! It took me forever! But, Bree is happy to say, but it finally seems as if I have written something I am actually proud of. It's actually lyrics, and we're hoping to put this on the single when I finally get around to putting it to music, but whatever...
Here goes nothing:

We always sat in the middle,
the middle of the street
with no caution
to the cars
or the surrounding night.
and the children
in their costumes
on that first halloween.
and the candy
made me crazy
mixed with euphoric
thoughts of you.
and later
in my ro-om
and I kissed you,
like I wanted to
all afternoon.
Your first
and my hundrenth,
probably a little more,
but this was it,
it was what we had all been waiting for.
And you tasted of sugar
and night air,
no more then seconds,
but enough to last the night.
Huindreds more
came to follow,
I could never get enough.

because you,
you walk on the water I breathe in.
with your elbows and your ankles
keeping me afloat.
with your aesthetics and your perfection,
you keep me here at bay
and I let you have it your way
because i want to stay right here.
and I remember the days when
we sat on your swing chair
in front of the tv in your room
where the spiders
scurried on the dark screen.
And all we wanted
was bones on bones,
and hours and hours on the telephone.

and when you call,
just to remind me
that you love me.
and it continues all throught the evening.
and the time,
the time we wait until nine,
when I can talk for free,
is like spending days lost at sea.
with no where to go but down beneath.
and when it's time for sleep
I hear you breathe in deep
and promise me that you'll dream
the whole night through
with thoughts of me
and a little of you
where we sit in the headlights
of the cars on the street.
and it's midnight
on new years,
and happy birthday is what you say
when you kiss the last year away.

And the lines,
on our hands,
seem to match so perfectly,
line for line,
equal in size,
equal in path.
and you say that
we're perfect
and this can finally prove.
And as I pull off your shirt,
to touch that cage in your chest
that you call ribs.
And all I want
it to number those bars of my prison,
one by one,
no more sun.
Just to know your insides.
Mesmerized,
Im absolutely mesmerized,
by every bone,
the ones that live in your body,
that keep me in your dark eyes.

All those notes,
your skinny hands folded,
they always see my through,
in my room
in the box
that lives under my bed,
Two a day,
slipped from you to me,
in the hallways
during passing time at school.
And those words
the you spilled for me
always swell and dance in my head.
those pictures,
the scarce and lucky few,
they breathe on your walls,
and they're the only pictures
where I smile
and maybe
I have never looked more happy,
because it's never been so good.
So I'll call you
and I'll tell you
about this song I wrote for you.
You'll remind me,
that you love me
and we'll talk the whole night
through.

wow! bree! that is UH-mazing!
(i almost teared up at the reference desk!)

i want to hear it to music!!!
but you should have a chorus...

wow. i'm seriously impressed.

:)

there's no music so far, since my guitarist (and only other member) is currently in new orleans with emily...
and i dont really do choruses, but everyone is saying that, so i think im going to make this part my chorus:

because you,
you walk on the water I breathe in.
with your elbows and your ankles
keeping me afloat.
with your aesthetics and your perfection,
you keep me here at bay
and I let you have it your way
because i want to stay right here.

but thaaaaanks.
:

I've told you what I've thought about a thousand times on this piece but it seriously is incredible! Reading it all put together instead of just in separate sections as you finish them makes it so much more powerful.

i added two more verses since you read it last also.

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