The Impossibles
Plan B
Push-pinned my picture to your wall
Framed it in pieces of argyle
There's a thread for every minute I missed my chance to begin it
I could feel the pressure building up as I cram it to the top
A coffee can filled with letters
My ears begin to pop as the tension drops
We've fallen down, someday you won't be around for me to fall back on
It's so akward to say goodbye to you
The tensest moment when I fail to follow through
I'm all wound up and then you tighten the screws
My want turns to need as you slip on the noose
As I push my pen across the page casting my spell like a first level mage
My epic battle between love and rage
A melodramatic mess not fit for my age we've fallen down
All my innocence has drowned since you've gone she says I'm changing everyday
She wants to know how, why, and who with
She says there's still good left in me like I'm the dark lord of the sith
I write this every single winter
And now I'm writing it again: I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin
The good news is that I've finally learned to appreciate my friends
The bad news is that I haven't got any left
The good news is that I dream about it almost every night
The bad news is that when I wake up you're not there