Caustic Soda Trampoline Sky
Talking to you is like talking to a mirror. The only
difference is that I listen to the advice thats given.
You can drop your guard around me. I could drop my guard.
Thank you man. That means a lot to me. Tell your school
counsellor, Peer pressure saved me. Only because I was
lucky and I knew the stupid things Id get into. Drowning
cares on a Wednesday night. Leaving later, unsatisfied.
Words of encouragement that were much appreciated. Talk
into more that just the night. Straining a black
trampoline sky for satellites. Its everything that ever
mattered at the time. Singing like drunken angels to an
anthem of our own thoughts. Laughing at others
misfortune, then laughing at our own. Trying our damndest
to be ourselves. Trying not to be pushed down. Sifting
through the shit. Celebrating what weve found. Sitting in
the background. Crying, but quick to laugh and say, Youre
lost man but we love you anyway. All the times that I
didnt have to say anything I could read you. All the
times you forgive when I forgot. All the times it was the
right thing to do by you and it hurt. All the times it
was the wrong thing to do. You know it killed me later
on. The sad thing is, this may never last. But you'll
learn more from your friends in their absence.