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Jan. 9th, 2005

alterin: Cliffs of Moher 2025 (Default)
so... i'm home... and i'm alive.. but that's -not- the fucking point. i'm still not sober and while i may have thought i saw the whole fucking road.. making it up the stairs just punctuating the point that.. i am -not- fucking sober.... so why was i driving? yeah.. that's my fault.. i know i shouldn't have been... and i resisted for a while in not doing so.. but i can't fucking sit in my car -alone- and wait to be fucking sober to actually drive home... i -should- -not- have to -fucking- make that choice.. why the FUCK do i end up at these fucking parties thrown by some FUCKING asshole who... not even won't allow the fucked up people to leave... but who fucking KICKS OUT fucking people who are not FUCKING READY TO DRIVE?!?!?!? how can you be such a fucking asshole as to throw a party with enough alcohol for an army and then KICK OUT people who shouldn't be fucking driving??!? what kinda inconsiderate brain damaged... well fuck i'm not even sober enough to come up with the right fucking words to the describe the major king asshole who would do such a thing? fuck fuck fuck fuck
alterin: Cliffs of Moher 2025 (Default)
I got the message long before you said you knew
There was no chance of us at all
With no velocity and empty-headed hard and far-to-long
I spent two years alone with you
Just when I thought I had forgotten
You came back soft without a sound

You said we were an accident
With accidents you’ll never know what could have been
So we were an accident
You’ll always be my favorite one

You hit the road and left me an ocean
I can't swim in the silence of your skin-skin please let me in
Side the times we never had right
Inside two years alone with you

You said we were an accident
With accidents you’ll never know what could have been
So we were an accident
You’ll always be my favorite one

we could have been
we could have been
instead of accidental running always running
why can’t you believe

Long winded promises of future company
Up close the sound remains the same
Without the reign of terror over every momentary change
We are exactly as before

You hit the road and left me an ocean
I can't swim in the silence of your skin-skin please let me in
Side the time I had to forget you
Inside no chance of us at all

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