Tuesday, August 23, 2005

listening to: For You To Notice by Dashboard Confessional

our failure to communicate anymore is frustrating and yet, expected. our conversations now span just a few lines, where it used to last for pages and pages.

you're disappointed, so am i. but oh wells. nothing's said, nothing's changed.

and the plaster dented from your fist, in the hall where you had your first kiss, reminds you that the memories will fade

-this brilliant dance, dashboard

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