Subterfuge
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007"The Great Escape"
Boys Like Girls
Paper bags and plastic hearts
All are belongings in shopping carts
It's goodbye
But we got one more night
Let's get drunk and ride around
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight
Tonight will change our lives
It's so good to be by your side
We'll cry
We won't give up the fight
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
And they'll think it's just cause we're young
And we'll feel so alive
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight
All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
They don't mean a thing tonight
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight
Forgive me if I have to start with saying that I had to lie.
To lie to save my face,
To lie to purposely evade inquiry,
To lie to deny you.
I admit that I could have come up with a better solution to this conundrum but I let instinct take over. And the tendency to lie as an instinct is very much unhealthy.
Nevertheless, we are here. You say that if it is to protect us, for the long term benefit of this at the cost of the aforementioned, then it is still good.
Still, forgive me for having to do this.
At 8 months, this seems a lot. We try to engage ourselves in affairs adults would deem as theirs and not for us to indulge in. But perhaps we're too ahead of our time. And this notion shall be the fall of us.
But still, I shall fall down with you. Perhaps it's still -
Bliss…
To have this…
To have you.
Happy eighth month, dearest! <3
