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how many times have i pretended to have plans?

had to design an excuse to get out of the house.

when i say i'm with friends

i really mean i'm with buds,

and im smoking enough for an army.

yet the hours pass alone and i drive

til i see the sun rising on east coast suburbia.

listening to the mixed tape he made me,

and all i can think about is the teenage romance

found in the backseat of my first car.

we spent so many hours tied in knots,

it's hard to believe those feelings ever faded.

and i almost called you the other night.

i drove by your mom's old house and hoped

that the demons in your family were suffocated long ago.

i wanted you next to me

but i know you haven't though of me in years.

i'm cruising alone

and there is no one to blame

but myself.

i drive through salem

and i stone myself hoping

to reach the witches or the dead poets

that float above my head.

please try to remember me

in the cobblestone streets

of your midnight retreat

because i remember you always.

if i were to call you up,

would you still play the game

of who loves who most?

everything was so different

when we were all growing up

and growing into who we never knew

we could be.

the ghosts of our future tried to warn us

of the muderous distance that would melt

what was supposed to link us for life.

the innocence was so real,

it's hard to imagine that we ever

had pure intentions.

but everything white will develop a stain.

sometimes it's a quick splash of coffee,

sometimes it's the nervous sweat that gathers

on the back of your neck when i get too close.

you can bleach the memories

until they tear like an old sweater,

but you'll never forget the warmth it brought

because you've never looked better

than when i was clinging to your shoulders.

back then it was all so black and white.

there was no getting high,

there was only love.

but we aren't the same two people

that once promised our lives to each other.

it's easy to move on when your brain is clouded with smoke,

but what happens when the smoke clears

and all i can see is still you?

when i'm sober and alone,

who will i still need?

when my gas light turns on

and the heat stops working...

will you be there as i've always imagined?

or will i be alone and cold as i've always anticipated?