may eighth twothousandandnine

so here's a toast to our everything
with beats pulsing through our veins
and hands grasping for our hips
we're trying to make believe
that if the room spins fast enough
we can loose ourselves to a sea
of solo cups and cigarette smoke
proving that we have nothing left to prove

it was our final night to scream at the tops of our lungs
and we did so with such force we called out the wolves
and they hunted along side us
following our lead hoping to follow us home
all false pretenses aside
they pulled at our shirts and whispered in our ears
we fell over laughing
because we could no longer hold each other up
we only survived because he pushed his way through
and we only survived because we overlooked the obvious

moans escaped the lips of the innocent
and tears rolled down the faces of the sinners
you're arrival signaled by awkward glances and drunken texts
I made my move
ultimately making you leave
did you know it was going to hit so hard?
the force of what could have been you
tangled up in my hair
my hand around his waist
what could have been you

out of sight out of mind
so midnight and I danced
while exhaling smoke as an offering to the moon
we fell in love again
and I used him as a substitute for
the stars
remembering why we chose this life to begin with
I hear the foreign sound of my own laughter
permeating through the walls and
bouncing off the ceiling
and I watched the smiling faces twirl past me
calling my name and fading away

so this is our ode to the best and the worst
we'll come back around
where repetition will grab us by the throat
and all our wishes will come true

we are truly the lost
we are truly the found