I'm on a Twenty One Pilots kick. Seriously, this band is killing me.
The weather is GORGEOUS and OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE IT.
I'm reading Les Misérables and maaaaann did I underestimate how lengthy it was.
Browsing through my beautifully illustrated copy of Bulfinch's Mythology and feeling the wonderful thrill of it rushing through my body.
I'd die for you/ That's easy to say/ We have a list of people that we would take/ A bullet for them/ A bullet for you/ A bullet for everybody in this room/ But I don't seem to see many bullets coming through
(I told you I was on a ToP kick.)
Now is the climax to the story/ that gives the demons and angels purpose
Why won't you speak where I happen to be?
And I begin to envy the headlights driving south/ I wanna crack the door so I can just fall out/ but then I remember when you packed my car/ you reached in the back and buckled up your heart/ for me to drive away with/ I began to understand why God died
Open the slits/ in your face/ and start your day.
(Someone should probably stop me now.)