the fact that it's tomorrow, is nerve racking. it could flop. but at least i still get to look forward to dancing with you. it was my favorite part of the last one.

can you feel your heartbeat racing?
can you taste the fear in her sweat?
you've done this wrong,
it's too far gone
the sheets tell of regret.
i admit that i'm just a fool for you
i'm just a fool for you.

well... yeah i think that's enough of this talk.
okay good talk!

so as i was driving home last night, after a long day of breaking the rules, The Fray came on the radio. it was "Cable Car" and i thought to myself, no i'm not in over my head. i'm still swimming, head above the water. nothing is going to change about that.

"Micah what happens in August?"
"... i turn in 17... i have no plans for August"
"Micah, you can tell me."
"i have no plans for August"

well hell.

August came early, but i regret nothing.

if you understand then, there you go.

i'm not really upset that i missed church, or anything like that, tonight was fantastic. and i regret nothing.

you were right, it's a nice color.

today, was a good day.
but last night you'll never know.
so i guess that it's all good now-
i'm sorry. it just happened.

you. do you know what you've put me through? you've got me thinking in ways that i haven't in awhile. i've been happy for awhile, or at least i've been trying so fucking hard. but you had to go, and say all that. i know that you didn't intend to say it like that. but lets be real you don't think before you speak, and you don't think about how people will take it, (you are a caring person though.) and it's not like i think before i speak.
but i over react. and i guess you might have something.

starting the counting over, and starting the countdown.

love, love, love.
instead of filling my pockets with rocks, i'm tying an anchor around my neck.
do you remember this time last year?
i do.
i could say that it was because i realized that "all my friend were moving on" but that was more of i pushed a majority of my friends away, and the other 5 people that i hung out with were graduating. but i think that it was more of me hating myself. i had pushed out the most important person in my life. you. and i'm afraid that i'll do it again. but ironically i'm not telling you all the shit that's going on in my head. and all i've been saying is i'm sorry.
and all my words have become pointless. except, i love you.
i'm sorry.

who the fuck do you think you are?
so what you let her go, and i was there for her. big deal. get over it.
and besides there's not much it's not like there there is something else going on. it's plain and simple.
just that. and besides, i fucking hate you.

yes, i'm kind of upset with this whole situation.
no, i'm not going to do anything.
good. i'm glad we had this talk.

-more coming soon-

what more can i do?
nothing.
what do you want me to do?
nothing.
oh... okay.
yeah

When it happens it's weird. And you're just left sitting there, no words are coming out. They'll tell you, "I told you so, but you didn't listen, better than they know. You took those words and made them into a life. Carved out a hole. And lived there, as a fox. The only real fox. The other just wore masks. Trying to hide their shame, their true identities. But you, you are still innocent, and have nothing to hide. No wonder things get estranged- that house became violent. You would come out bleeding. It's time to move on. You've out grown your 'shelter' just look forward.