09-21-2010, 06:17 AM
I was dead.
No seriously, in my dream, I was dead. But I was up and acting like nothing was wrong, I had no pulse but I wasn't rotting away. I was heading to school (college, not high school) and walking up the street, then all of a sudden somebody tells me I'm the dead one.
Then the phone starts going off - I was holding a house phone? - and I answer it, and somebody on the other line is claiming that the high school yearbook I ordered costs $501 dollars.
And I'm still dead.
... yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, need to lay off the trance-like music.
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?