I think it was the first time I realized I can change the world, or at least the way you and my sister hit the clock on every tick just to see what happened.
The time has really flown by, I guess, and it's hard to think of the way it might've been or remember very specifically the words and all the rest of it.
I was down, more than I wanted to be, probably; that is, what we do with it altogether.
Like the orange trees in the backyard, and it's Easter, and it just won't end.
Freakin' Phil, he's off with his boys somewhere, and I'm just sitting here getting more and more lost with everything.
That's the thing about it, it's not as if a cousin promised something and taken it away, it was like nobody could share my so-called dreams, which really meant none of it was happening.
And that reach around midnight left her with just about that-- nothing.
There's not anything particular about it, either, and I think the whole thing gets vaguer every second, but I am too, and there's nothing wrong with that.
It's even funnier when you realize I'm just nineteen, and how serious can anything be anyway? Not very...


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