2 more years

and we'll be seniors
two more years and we'll be graduated
two more years and we'll all be starting our independent lives

in two more years and you'll be off to california, getting away from all that you've wanted to. and i know that it's hard to hear, and i know we usually try to avoid talking about this subject, but life isn't going to be the same when you move.

(this isn't my way of trying to make you feel guilty about moving, at all!)

i just figured it's time to face it
and it's time to make these two years the best that we can

i just hate picturing what it's gonna be like on the day when we say goodbye

I'll never get use to it

You know, after three years, you'd think I'd be over this whole thing.
You'd think I'd be able to set aside all thoughts of what I've lost.
But I never have. I never will.

My phone accidentally called you in my pocket today.
But by the time I took it out, it had already gone to your voicemail.
I'm sort of glad you didn't answer. If you would have, I wouldn't have anything to say. It would of just been a bunch of small talk. Which is probably all it'll ever be anymore.

aaaaaah!

i've been really busy with studying, and projects
(hence why i haven't posted for a long time)
infact i have to go study soon, i just wanted to update on here

i've been using flickr more than myspace or blogger
so that explains my lack of posts and my lack of replies

everything is still going fine
i'm starting to actually care about my grades
...for the first time in my life

and i'm being serious. i really never cared about them before. i got by with copying, and half ass-ing everything. i'm done with that. and honestly, i feel a lot better now that i've made that change.

i gotta go study for the spanish final! bye!

Never Ending Math Equation

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh my God I feel so damn old
I don't really feel anything

On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh my God, they look so alone
Do they really feel anything?

Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying,
We aint sure where you stand
You aint machines, and you aint land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

Oh my God and oh my cat
I told my Dad what I need
Well I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said he said he said he said
"Where we're going, I am dead."

For Blue Skies

It's been a long year
Since we last spoke
How's your halo?
Just between you and I
You and me and the satellites
I never believed you
I only wanted to

Before all of this
What did I miss?
Do you ever get homesick?
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
I'll never get used to it
I'll never get used to it

I'm under that night
I'm under those same stars
We're in a red car
You asleep at my side
Going in and out of the headlights
Could I have saved you?
Would that've betrayed you?

I wanna burn this film
You alone with those pills
What you couldn't do I will
I forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I forgive you

For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
I'll forgive you