I think I am retiring my blog. How sad for it. We've been through some rough times together, but I feel as though if I need to move on and get better, then this is one of the things I need to drop. I'm not going to delete it or anything, because I like to go back and read the archives. Too many good, bad, and bittersweet memories are on here to throw it away. I might come back to visit now and then, but other than that- it's the end of an era. I'll be blogging on MySpace, because I visit that more than anything else and it's slowly starting to take over the world. So why not?
I'll leave it with a song. Because it's a good one to leave on.
"Greetings in Braille"- The Elected
If my senses fail,
stay with me until they go
cause I don't wanna be alone.
Greetings in braille,
they'll describe everything.
colors aren't everything.
And if you see me
down at the liquor store,
please don't tell my dad.
And if you see my dad
down at the liquor store,
don't tell me anything at all.
And the people you brought were just drainpipes
bringing trash to the ground.
And the memories are
picture cards, one night stands, and break downs.
You were cold, tired, and
old as you ever looked that night.
We were warned, yeah,
we were warned not to stay out too late.
But some things were worth
getting in trouble for.
So now that you finally failed
just like like you said you would,
down to the last detail.
Well if living's such hell,
here's to your dying days.
You won't have to be afraid.
And the heroes you met
where just fiction, yeah
with high expectations.
And your friends grew up
faster than you, got successful...
They told you to keep it up,
good comes to those who work.
And the stories they told you were true, babe.
Your mom really went crazy.
But that doesn't have to be you, no.
Now I miss Tara and Melissa,
Alan and Sean,
and you'll never have friends
like you did when you were younger.
Bodies were pulled away
and swept out to the sea.
And I'd call and say hi
if I thought you'd remember me.
Cause some things are worth
leaving memories for.
If my senses fail,
stay with me til they go
cause I don't wanna be alone.
Greetings in braille
should describe everything
cause you can't see anything from here.
from here
there's nothing at all
nothing at all
