09-03-2012, 07:05 PM
My dad expressly forbid me from ever taking my shoes off in his house unless it's fall or winter, and even then I need to go to the bathroom and wash my socks. Apparently I suffer from the family affliction as 'corn chip toes.'
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?