And in your summer dress
I was holding you but you were holding less
it’s not the words, it’s the ones you stress
I love you is I love you, just don’t love me less.

Once in a while I know our hearts beat out of time
and once in a while, I know they’ll fall back in line.

In the summertime I dunno if the stars will align
and stumble onto something we would like
and I’m afraid of loss of words tonight

When we’re middle aged you’ll tell me I loved you like a renegade
and how I said the things that make you sway
I mostly told you, you did the same

And once in a while
I know our hearts beat out of time
and once in a while
I know they’ll fall back in line.

Our love is strong.
Our love is strong.
Our love is strong while my heart’s still pumping blood.

The water moved and above were painted clouds
we held hands and laid on our towel
I had thoughts I dare not say aloud
while we looked at hermits in the shallows.

You chuckled at my squeals towards the jellies
“they have no motives, not even a brain!”
The water got so cold when it got up to our bellies
but the sky went dark, it started to rain.

And in the car we sped up and blared the tunes
to drown out the sound of thunder
When we arrived home we went to my room
I couldn’t stop smiling and it’s no wonder.

You sat next to me on my bed
wished me goodnight, kissed my cheek
I held your hand and you rested your head
The most beautiful end to my week.

“Now’s not the time to ask that question,” but I make up for it with a kiss on his cheek. And then I proceed to hit on a 16 year old boy all night. He started it, before I had said a single word to him, he stuck his finger up my nose and ran away.

We finally get in, express our fondness for being free as birds… we even have a handshake. I take a shot of rum, make a face, and dance until I am soaked in sweat. I try to dance with a girl who I am convinced is a lesbian. She is tall and androgynous with a short haircut. I really need to stop thinking in stereotypes. She avoids me like the weirdo I am. I give up my conquest, and watch from afar as she spends the night talking to the keyboardist of a popular local band.

Everything is a haze, due to the fact that I can drink the most of a pint of vanilla vodka in the span of an hour on an empty stomach. But I sit with strangers in one of the few booths that this tiny bar offers. I am wearing short shorts, of course my legs are peeling from the sunburn I had suffered the week before, and my legs are up on the table. I am sure I am not able to do this, but no one says a word. Only a blonde man in his mid-twenties asks me to put those “weapons” away. I talk to him. He’s cool, he reads Kerouac. He’s actually setting out next week for a trip through The States. Just like Jack. But he says he wants to be Dean.

The night is over, I don’t remember how we knew. I meet up with a friend for some pizza. I see Jesse as well. He is drunk out of his mind – I only ever see Jesse drunk out of his mind. The pizza is five dollars even. I rationalize eating it because I only had one thing to eat all day. Plus I’m getting skinny. When I go home, and undress, my underwear hangs off of me. I feel like a child, I sleep like a baby.

And I don’t go to work the next day.

Blahhhhhhhhhh..

If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive

So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive

She says I’m okay; I’m alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah it should be alright.

Is it just me, or are musicians extremely emotionally intelligent?
Maybe Dylan is just a God.

You had a nice apartment, there was a good bar downstairs.
Your old friend worked there.

I’ll go anyway, I’ll go anyway
They won’t refund the ticket.
It’s a good story, but I don’t wanna live it alone.
Crash to take a chance.

I wanna live it out
I know I’m already dead.
No concrete adversity, only traps of our own actions,
how we wanted it to be.

Now I’m never gonna see you again,
you checked out.

Vertebrae, by vertebrae, roll your way out of a coma

Look up, the nurse is smiling.
What luck, the nurse is me!
Your old body is dead..

Your body is dead,
your word instead, in my sleep, I repeat it.
It’s a good story, but I don’t wanna live it alone.
Crash to take a chance.

We were gonna live it out, look at you
you’re already dead.

How will you remember me?
Digging ditches out of boredom.
Said you could never leave.

Now you’re never gonna be here again,
you turned off.

Hope I live it out.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

The one I vividly remember having that night would be about a blender. You know, that blender that was developed by that really crazy/strong 90 year old man’s wife? “YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF YOUR VEGETABLE SERVINGS IN ONE DISGUSTING SMOOTHIE!”, you know, that kind of shit. Well, in my dream, I owned said blender, and you bet your ASS I used it.

That blender was practically attached to me like another appendage. I took it everywhere I went. I even took it to the car wash. And to the beach. I remember walking with it down my city’s streets, wearing short shorts and having a wicked sunburn on my thighs. And then for some reason I got a nosebleed.

I didn’t wake up with a nosebleed, however, so it was cool.