09-14-2012, 07:09 PM
"I don't know; they were pretty bad. The oldest foster kid in the house said their parents had died in a car accident; maybe that's what the dreams were about or something." They made it over to the punch bowl and she ladled out two cups and she took a sip. "...blehhh, this punch is sub-par."
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?