The Photo Album

Now listening: Death Cab for Cutie, The Photo Album.

It's gotten late, and now I want to be alone. We just talk about the people we've met the past 5 years, but will we remember them in 10. New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same. And I've always fell fast with too much trust in the promising that no ones ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears. I'll never admit that I loved you. You wanted me to write you letters but I'd rather lose your address, and forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur. We aren't perfect but we sure try, You can't swim in a town this shallow because you will most assuredly drown tomorrow. I think that its brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective. I don't mind restrictions, or if you're blacking out the friction. It's just an escape, it's overrated anyways. The hardest part is yet to come. When you will cross the country alone. And it's that look that you're giving me, that tells me exactly what you're thinking "This ain't working anymore." Left them outside til their noses were blue, I got left there too. Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you, I do every year, when we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here. I won't join the procession that's speaking their peace, using five dollar words while praising his integrity. Just because he's gone, it doesn't change the fact: He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death. Everything was closed at Coney Island. I could not help from smiling. Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually, everyone will go except me. Every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side. Every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering...

9.3/10

CC- You do understand that life isn't all about letdowns and falling. Falling from your own feet. From your safety chair... from your own mistakes. It's how you take these times of doubt, of confusion, and turn them around. It's how we get back on our feet. The way we deal with disappointments or failures, makes us who we are. We learn not only from teachers, professors, but from ourselves most of all. What good would play-dough be if we couldn't mold it. Into many different things, even spaghetti. But if you look real closely, you can never truly make the play-dough smooth. Those fingerprints are a part of our creation. They add character and uniqueness to the play-dough. Those fingerprints, are the letdowns and the failures of our lives. They make us who we are. It's just our choice, of who we want to be...