Patrick's Golden Birthday (27)

We're so miserable and stunning, we don't fight fair. I'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart. I could write it better then you ever felt it, singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate; what a catch. Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills; I'm addicted to the way feel when I think of you. I only keep myself this sick in the head, 'cause I know how the words get you. Calm before the storm, just off the key of reason; sing until your lungs give out. This ain't a scene, this is a stickup, give us all your inspiration. I know I'm supposed to love you, but I want to make you as lonely as me so you can get addicted to this. I'm in love with my own sins, and I will never believe in anything again. Change will come; boycott love. You're a faded moon, I can make your heart slow, I can feel the weather in my bones. I'm a nervous wreck, please take me back; please let me in. You shine in the sky, your eyes are blocking my starlight. Long live the car crash hearts, too well dressed for the witness stand. Dead and gone, my heart is on my sleeve.

I wrote this for you.