06-19-2010, 10:39 AM
There's one janitor at my school - two actually - that I talked to frequently. Big Tim and Tink. Tink was an absolute darling, she was awesome. Tim was, obviously, big. He didn't attempt to be modern; he WAS modern.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?