I recall once on the church steps, When I moved to kiss your chest, How we paid such close attention To each sweet and stuttered breath, I shouldve stopped to paint our picture, Captured honest pure affection, Just to document the difference between attraction and connection. I can see all of my friends and I break into empty buildings, When the coast was clear, With backpacks full of beer, Wed throw our bottles from the rooftops At the city; it looked endless. Guess I still dont see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence. And I remember in a basement sharing sweat With all these stranger boys and girls, Well change the world! We sang, Well change the world! But, Nothing seems to change and They say none of them will listen, But I still see much more power in that basement than in heartless politicians. And if we get beaten by this winter, If we get strangled by regret, just Let our love of life and tension Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and Have them lay us in a basement, Smash some bottles on the ground, and Say we couldnt tell the difference between the feeling and the sound, Remember not our faulty pieces, Remember not our rusted parts, Its not the petty imperfections that define us but The way we hold our hearts, And the way we hold our heads, I hope they write your names beside mine on my gravestone when Im dead. And when were dead let our voices carry on To find a better song. To find a better song and sing along. LA DISPUTE
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 19:57:07 +0000
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