Well I woke up to the silence. The cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight. I found you with the bottle of wine. Your head in the curtains, your heart like the Fourth of July. You swore and said, “We are not.. we are not shining stars.” This I know. I never said we are. Though I’ve never been through hell like that. I’ve closed enough windows to know you can never look back. If you’re lost and alone, or you’re sinking like a stone, carry on. May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground. Carry on. So, I met up with some friends at the edge of the night at a bar off 75. We talked and talked about how our parents will die, all our neighbors and wives. But I’d like to think I can cheat it all to make up for the times I’ve been cheated on. And it’s nice to know when I was left for dead, I was found and now I don’t roam the streets. I am not the ghost you want of me. My head is one fire but my legs are fine. After all, they are mine. Lay your clothes down on the floor, close the door, hold the phone, show me how no one is ever going to stop us now. We are. We are shining stars. We are invincible. We are who we are. On our darkest day, when we’re miles away, we will come. We will find our way home.
This song is the soundtrack to my life right now. <3
(Source: hidingfromthesaints)
