parts of my whole story.

this is how it works…

it feels a little worse, then when we drive our hearse, right through that screaming crowd, while laughing up a storm, until we were just bone, until it got so warm, that none of us could sleep, and all the styrofoam began to melt away, we tried to find some worms to aid in the decay, but none of them were home inside their catacomb. a million ancient bees began to sting our knees, while we were on our knees, praying that disease would leave the ones we love, and never come again.
this is how it works…you’re young until you’re not, you love until you don’t, you try until you can’t, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
no this is how it works. you peer inside yourself, and take the things you like, and try to love the things you take, then you take that love you made, and stick it into some, someone else’s heart, pumping someone else’s blood. then walking arm in arm, you hope it don’t get harmed, but even if it does, you’ll just do it all again..

i’m now in love with this song. in two weeks, i’ll explain it. for now just think of metaphors i might find in it.


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