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Cam: Well I’ve changed except my heart still beats too fast and my lungs still collapse and my legs still shake. I once thought love was real when we sat atop that hill and looked at cars below. We used to grow. You kissed me on the forehead and told me that you’d never let go. You told me that you’d love me until the end. Which begs the question, are we now dead? The person I thought I knew must be the person I once trusted until my bones rusted over in the snow we used to grow like the tallest tree in my backyard I used to know. Well happiness and joy and bliss, how it all disappeared so quick. So here’s to life and here’s to love. I’ve said it before, that I fade with the setting sun.

Charlie: My ears are still ringing from the sound of your broken heart, beating faster than thought, caught in your stare, so encompassing. All resolve is lost as words fall from your lips, my trembling fingertips held out in question. So shake hands with regret, set to slip away. Your eyes crossing, rivers flowing under your pale feet. As the moments count down to flames, meet and greet death, he wears a cloak of your hopes and dreams, quenched like the raging fire they were once. You’re the breath he never found; you are the closed eyes peacefully resting while those around you are torn to pieces. You’re the smoke I pull to escape from thought of you. No touch, no shadow cast into mind, your hand fervidly held at your side as memories of you flow through mine an empty space more lonesome for what it has lost. You’re the sunset smile thundering out of a careless moment, you’re the tightly closed fingers holding in a breath. If you would stay here with me, one more minute, I would steal the world.

I was writing songs about wanting to die
When along came the wind,
and she swept me off my feet.
I was always trying to do my best.
Then I realized that my best,
was only half of what I could be.

When we grow old,

the trouble with my house is that there's no escaping my head,
i tried to rid my mind with alcohol and cigarettes,
in the end I'm left with the reality of could have been.

i could have been a doctor or a policeman or a priest,
if i wasn't so caught up in my own hell on the east coast

so i'm ripping out my teeth, you won't ever have to hear me speak again

dare I let these words escape my mouth once again?
every night this time, I find myself writing about my old friends
and how they pick up and left with everything that I loved,
who I became and who I am this day,
when you were around
when you weren't here.
why'd you have to go and break my heart.
I swore I'd never let it happen.