Sunday, November 21, 2010

cross town bus and mint-flavored snowflakes

We sat in the Sub-Sahara and tried to pretend like there wasn't sand in our food.
Like something could still be made out of nothing, even though we've used that up too.
Outside it was snowing just to reflect what I was missing.
I've seen you do that gesture a 135000 times and it still isn't endearing.
Just now realizing that the only similarities we can share are coverup-mints and
brand- name coats between lines that attempt to spell jealousy.
I dont regret it, but I do have a list of all the other things my time could have purchased.
Its funny, how much we will tell someone we no longer trust to be a part of our lives.
Lets just say that the snow will never stick as long as you're trying to walk the same old path.
Its always going to hang you over. and we owe each other nothing.

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