We've taken shots to honor our failures
We've stood on our toes and sighed with relief
Yesterday’s good bourbon has become today’s dishwater
I think we can open our eyes again.
I wish I could go somewhere and fall in love
I wish I could go anywhere
I really wish I was somewhere else, with you
And not because I love you
And not because I know you
But because I’m so damned uncomfortable
I’m so uncomfortable anywhere
And I’m uncomfortable with anyone
Call me sometimes.
I’ll do my best to act unprepared.
I’ll stutter and stubble and hide the smile in my voice,
But I’ll beg if I have to,
I’ll beg if it gets to you call me again.
We follow cliche for solace, security and the subtle chance of mystery.
Two boys, barely allowed to be called men, pulled over by a dry and yellowed corn field in the Midwest. On a street with “weed” in the name, smoking a dried herb of the same name, playing Pink Floyd and looking at the stars and trying to avoid talking about life.
What a fantastic memory. We built it with our mediocre originality and it stays with us naturally.
Little things bring it all back.
Waiting Too Long Too Often by Birdkiller, literature
Literature
Waiting Too Long Too Often
I take my seatbelt off but I stay seated
You've told me to wait and you are always wrong
The rain reminds me: all my favorite things can’t hold my attention like my regrets
Inside, you’re about to fail in a way that will hurt us both
I told you I’d wait because I’m always passive
But I have the keys, the car
And the kids
And I won’t be forever surrendering.
The First Time Thomas Lays Eyes on Maggie by Birdkiller, literature
Literature
The First Time Thomas Lays Eyes on Maggie
And she was there.
Posed casually just beyond the counter. The look on her face, her indeterminate eyes, all promised nothing. In that bank stood the impossible dream of every heterosexual boy or man for which the blonde-haired-blue-eyed bombshell had never been more than a dud.
Thomas hadn't noticed that he'd stopped, he hadn't noticed that he was staring, but the man waiting in front of him noticed a stranger had just muttered the words " She's flawless".
Thomas couldn't contain himself to just thinking it. It had to be said.
In this barely noticed and reaction-free moment, for Thomas Corley, there existed perfecti