Listened to so much Set Your Goals tonight.

you say we’re only friends,
yeah real good friends,
I bet,
I bet 

“Oh, Susquehanna!”

I am okay with how noisy this is.

consider this a letter that I never sent,
however inconsiderate it seems,
do you still consider me, 
consider me the boy you laughed with,
or that you learned to live without?
I suck, 
I know I’m late, 
I know you waited,

when I say let’s keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you’d grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
And it’s short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons
we used to spend before you got too cool

You’re an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneathe the sun.

So I said, 
“Let’s forget about these days and just try to build some solid ground. 
Maybe someday we could stand straight up with our faces in the wind 
and scream to the world.” 
We were at some boating dock, oh somewhere 
at the waterfront staring out across the channel - 
a steamer blared its horn, 
and I wished I could say everything right like,
do you want to go for a ride? 
I looked to your face and saw the sun reflecting off your skin,
and I breathed in water smells. 
The skyline filled with shipping yards and factories had me dreaming 
of waking up - 
am I dreaming? Is this really me,
because I’ve never felt so not lonely.
And if this could be real right now,
then everyday for the rest of my life I will search for moments full of you.
But let’s hope tomorrow won’t cave in ‘cause I’m looking 
for someone to change me.
And you make me feel so tall.
I always want to be this tall,
‘cause maybe I’ll be original.
And sometimes things you say just make me think in different ways,
so this is my way of saying - 
I could be! the one who’s dragged home at night, away 
from all my hopeless dreams.
You and me! will forge some future because we don’t want to be waiting 
for something right to go wrong.

“Three Miles Down”, might be the cutest Saves The Day song. 

Oh great,
here I go again. I’m stuck in this rut,
and I’m not sure how to begin - should I tell you everything? 
I’m feeling out of luck, so I won’t see you soon.
‘cause I know it’s too soon for you to see me.
if this is the last thing you do just tell me that it’s o.k. 
for me to have these feelings for you,
and that it’s normal to want to call you. 
Oh, I’m dialing the phone, and I’m letting it ring for hours.
and I’m pretending to hear your voice.
Why does my heart always beat before yours does? 
After a while you can make yourself believe in almost anything, 
so I’m making myself believe in you. 

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair,

or someone breaking your heart.

So I update this almost every single day for you 
I begin to hate you for your face, not just the things you do
Go tell him how my wrist is sore 
from pulling at your insides all night 
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you