solemn mood

::shirts and gloves::
when i'm back from the road, then you're out on it. and i'm tired of this distance and i believe it's overrated. and this phone tag game is endless. the novelty is wearing. i'm hoping time will pass without any assistance or convincing. road rules apply. there's so much action, you're getting busy. i'll call your cellular phone to tell you tv night was lonely without you, and so am i....so am i. it seems our day keeps falling on a leap year. so many high points on this last leg. i can't wait to recount them. it seems nothing has happened until i've shared them with you. the note that you called says you're half a day away and you are heading home just in time for me, for me to leave. road rules apply. there's so much action, i'm getting busy. so make sure that i'm up to date on tv night, i hate to miss out. i think i miss you most on wednesdays and saturdays. it seems our day keeps falling on a leap year.

::a plain morning::
it's yet to be determined, but the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn. i'm missing home and i'm glad you're not a part of this. there are parts of me that will be missed. and the phone is always dead to me, so i can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like it's colder than it ought to be in march. and i still have a day or two ahead of me til i'll be heading home into your arms again. and the people here are asking after you, it doesn't make it easier to be away. i'd like to hire a plane and see you in the morning, when the day is fresh. i'm coming home again. it's warmer where you're waiting. it feels more like july. there's pillows in their cases, and one of those is mine. and you wrote the words i love you and sprayed it with perfume. it's better than the fire is to heat this lonely room. it's warmer where you're waiting. it feels more like july.

::ender will save us all::
it's just like you contest, you wear it like a label on your breast. don't you see what this takes of me? a certain callousness complies with your charm and in your pride. a hopeful look draped in despise. i want to give you whatever you need. what is it you need? is it what i need? i want to give you whatever you need. what is it you need? is it within me? it's hard to explain how i am getting by on so little from you. it's hard to believe that i would let myself get so wrapped into you. there's gotta be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. we need a connection, but you seem to push me far away from you. the harder i push, the further i fall. well you don't mind me being headstrong, but you don't want to sing along. maybe it's trite, but i can always be wrong. try not to be wrong.

--dashboard confessional