Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)

Maybe we're just a story we like to tell each other.

You know we've always had that premonition.
We always knew we were too good for each other,
too bad for each other.
We want to try to make it work, but we know it can't.
but we'll still be there for one another, no matter what.
And I'll give you smirks, and
you'll give me winks.
We'll both smile like we're high off whatever shit we find.
People always wonder what we are, they continually will,
and we'll never have an answer, for
we don't even know exactly what this is either.
We're clueless as is, but that's what
I truly love about us,
and how we're so comfortable.
We're so innocent, it's quite hilarious,
But I don't think I'd like it in any other way, shape, or form
than it is now.
Maybe we could make it work, but time's running out,
There's no time to try.
Maybe we're just friends. And more.
Maybe we are something in it's own definition.
or maybe we're just a story.
One we like to repeat to each other, over and
over, countless times,
knowing that it's not going to end,
nor will it continue without the other.
We are one, not exactly intertwined, not exactly spread apart.
We just are.
And no matter what happens,
that's the way we'll always be.