All has gone wrong, and nobody cares at all. And nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes. And burned the letters lover wrote. But it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange. A sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all. And nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing fom this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task. And thinking's jut too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. Well this is incredible, starving, insatiable. Yes, this is love for the first time. And you'd like to think that you were invincible, yeah, well, weren't we all once, before we felt lost for the first time? This is the last time. This is the last time. This is the last time.
The Brilliant Dance - Dashboard Confessional
I love it, and highly recommend looking into them (or him, whichever works for you).
But, I love Goldfish! Especially the baby ones! They're so cute and little and GREAT to throw out the window. Well, the backseat windows, atleast. You know, the ones that only roll down halfway? I've never really understood why they only roll halfway down, it pisses me off, though. I mean, anyone who's stupid enough to jump out the window is small enough to fit through the half-window and SHOULD be in a car seat, and anyone who can't fit through is old enough and smart enough not to. I don't know what car manuacterers' deals are.
