Currently Listening Colorblind By Robert Randolph & The Family Band aint nothing wrong with that see related

wow, i havent been on this in forever.

life is good. i have submitted my peace corps application.

i am living in long beach california with a close friend of mine.

and for the past 18-20 months i have been traveling the world and watching great soccer all while getting paid and doing minimal amounts of actual work.

i miss my family

i miss my friends

i love you all.

des

"Partners in Crime"

I did this to myself
The summer air burning in my lungs
One more glance ‘til I come undone
Let’s stop this rising sun

Bright lights can see
They always shine right through me
Leaving me an open book
Of half ways and could have beens
Taking us to the end, end, end
And that summer changed us
It’s best I admit that to myself
Stuck trapped in memories
The tragic tale of you and me

Can’t get back to the way we were
Nothing else mattered
It was us against the world
Back to the way we were
Nothing else mattered
It was us against the world

It was us against the world
Always us against the world

Now it’s just me
Sucking in that summer air
What a summer I had no care
How quick it all crashed down
Not willing to bend, bend, bend
And these struggles changed us
It’s best to admit that to yourself
Stuck trapped in memories
The tragic tale of you and me

That morning came too soon
What were we suppose to do
One choice torn in two
I know what you were put through
And I thought we had it
We didn’t have enough
We can’t go back
We’ll never go back now

This is the end. This is the end.

this song is intense, i fuckin love it. listen to it. the transition between the guitars and bass, and lyrics. double A mazing. i listen to this and think about life and death. i think about good things. i dont know. i am just amazed at these little things. time to rinse off the sexiness and go to work. later

his dudeness

andrew

Currently Listening Viva la Bands By Various Artists see related

fuck. shit. dammit. pain. tears of blood. hurt. suffering. craziness. death. love. hatred.

why.

Currently Playing The Curse By Atreyu see related

- Right Side of the Bed

my mood rings says i am the color blue. who knows what that means. not me. i just wear the mood ring because i just do.

once again. built up. then broken down. shattered into pieces. scattered all over the place. for all to see. what it is that makes me me. the different feelings. the different thoughts. all were alive then sent to death.