#Hipstercore

“Forever and ever and ever”, she said,
As visions of other dicks danced in her head.
It’s not that you are inferior or mean,
but the other side of the fence is always the most green.
“We don’t ever talk”, she says. You say, “We’ve hungout all week!”.
“You just don’t understand.” Man, that argument really is weak.
She met someone else, when you weren’t around
She’s been looking and looking all around town.
I guess you weren’t good enough, just not her type
But if everyone’s been this way, What are you like?
Do you push them away? Do you cling to their skin?
Do you just care too much about whatever you’re in?
Maybe this is the end, Maybe this is le fin
How ‘bout you Lock the door and don’t let anyone in.
Maybe then if you don’t speak, someone will care.
But actually….

I think it’s been my voice all along, floating out there.

The end of the beginning.
The beginning of the end,
The middle of the middle.
Don’t leave me now, my friend.
I ask you stay for the whole story,
But what do I know?
I’d ask you to stay, fulfill thy glory.
But you clearly don’t know, so go.
Go kiss your friends,
and have sex with the deads
But don’t act surprised when someone falls for you then.
And don’t be the one who says she’s meant to be alone,
And don’t be the one who just wants to stay at home.
Someone loves you
Someone cares
Someone’s out there
Life can be fair.
Don’t shout at the sky
Don’t be a huge douche
This is the end of the beginning
But the beginning of you.

What do I do
When the world ends?
What do I do
When I’m on the fence?
Do I sit here and cry?
Do I laugh and cover the pain?
Do I push it way down
And hope it just doesn’t rain?
What do I do
When the world laughs?
When the world pulls out it’s gun and tells me to dance?
What do I do
I’ll just ask this of you
My friend
what do I do
when I fall in love with you?

It’s Fascinating.
Overwhelming.
I can’t take it.
But it’s taking me over.
I’m amused, I’m attracted, I’m just plain astounded.
But the fact of the matter is
You’re probably too much effort.
You’ll say things, and I’ll say things.
I’ll flirt with you a bit, and you’ll probably ignore me.
I keep that in the back of my head.
And when I see you again.
You ask why we haven’t talked in awhile.
“I’m sorry I’ve been busy” I’ll say.
When the reality is you just ignored me when I said you were cute.
Like most people do.
It’s alright.
I don’t care.
I’m used to it.
But It’s fascinating. Isn’t it?