As I'm talking my words slip to the floor and they crawl through your legs, slide under the back door.
Rendering me freakish and dead, yeah.
Well here I am, don't know how to say this.
Only thing i know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close, when you're around me to shut me out
[and I hope, your majesty, that you like your position. Do everything I can to keep you by my side. And I'll stare off to the darkness, to find us a kingdom, just kiss me before I go]

Sad to have missed Round 2.
Dad and I had a heart to heart in the early morning hours driving home. Turns out the good-grade idea is back into play. As and Bs on the next Report Card = coming home to Round Rock.

Dark low-lights and cutting my hair today. So exited, so exited.

(all my love, all my love is still around. oh, my love, i won't make a sound..)