black lights can make the stars brighter but if you really want to find me you'll have to use guided missles. something about this cloud-soaked sky makes me feel more visible to you. sitting on rocks once submerged in lake water, talking about our futures as if they'll happen tomorrow.. we've got so much figured out but when it comes to the line, will we sign everything right?

and eating 89 cent tacos discussing decendents of mankind and aliens .. what will happen with our lives. check the vote and erasing friends no longer needed. it's like we've always been on the same page.

and if only the distance from my house to yours were about as equal as the time it takes for me to realize what i took for granted was fading through my memory, we'd be neighbors.

and its weird to wonder if what we planned will ever work out. it's just a strange feeling to think ahead of what clocks can manage. will i regret anything in a year? or two? how about 10?

i want to become something but if i keep regressing like i have been.. i'll never accomplish anything. and whats worse is, i already know this. and i'm still doing nothing about it.

and if you lived here
you'd be home now

xxxx