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now playing chop suey
artist system of a down
mood nostalgic
"so trust in my, self righteous suicide - i cry"
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i watched as you sat
with a cigarette in your hand,
holding a drink in the other,
trying to drown all your pain
the anticipation grows more and more, as things begin to fall so rightfully in their places. this perfection, if held up against the world in comparison, shames it. & i remember not too very long ago - two fucking years - it wasn't at all this way. the stale, cold, and childish conversations conveyed through text, & the only thing i knew was awkward silences, sure it was freshly good when it all happened; but was it really all that we wanted? all that I wanted? i wasn't sure back then, it was just fun.
well, it's an entirely different story now. way different.
10:57 PM
