flipping through my past
trying to edit out the worst and fictionize the rest.
all i'm getting is nothing, but thats all i ever wanted.
page by page the memories fade and soon theres nothing left.
an oold report card, a photograph or two and a pile of empty notebooks filled with incomplete thoughts and half finishd geometry assignments. and it all adds up in the end o something you've always wanted. its nothin really but it means everything to you. because you've never seen anything so true yet so full of shit its really unbelieveable, how it all happens we'll never know but in the end all i ask for is a stack of half-completed geometry assignments unfnished thoughts, and your love. in the end, all i really want is nothing. |
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