between berwyn and bryn mawr

bare feet slide across 3am kitchen floors, you were up all night playing detective with

one glass eye. and relief came in the morning with sloppy haircuts and old t-shirts.

stay in old apartments with ghosts in the walls. church bells and airplanes try to roll

you out of bed, but you’ll sleep instead.

beating high schoolers at arcade games

wake up day after day, burned out. everything's the same. will i try this time? or are

my efforts inadequate?

plays one on tv

its 5 again, the air is thin. no sunlight through my window. an early drive to give up my

time and think about getting out of these 4 walls. long roads, late nights, one more month

to go. let's leave this place. long august days have gone away, and the nights of staring at

the sky. no lying back in summer grass but this is what i chose. remember this time spent

with our best friends (this time, we gotta get away)

i know what a lion is

kicked out of the lighthouse for sinking all your ships. these summer fences are getting

taller so let’s climb up them while we can. so i'll move back when i move on and roll out the

carpet for all your problems. my eyes don't leave the ground but i still trip on the cracks in the

sidewalk.

stranger, you know

the stars came out to send you off, a long walk and a short conversation. one last chance to

admit that our something was really more than nothing. and with a glance, this is the last time

for you to see how much this meant to me. say goodbye. you never would, you never did. i

never could, i never said. are you listening now, because you never did before. should I forget

you now because i never could before.

space jam: the return

hand over this city, days are long but the nights belong to us.

evil robot with swords for hands

clouds hang over creaking glass, power lines strung above. these streetlights hum this city’s song.

when i stand there, this is mine. when i am there, this is home.

when a movie is made in france, it's called 'cinema'

its alright for now, forget about this past year. a list of my mistakes hangs in the back of my head.

here's another chance to make them all again. snow falls, i'll get one more clean slate. we'll talk about

how we’ll change but we will never follow through.