Back To December-tswift
You know what?
High school isn't all it's cracked up to be.
People say that it's the best 4 years of your life, blah blah blah.
But so far, it's not all that fabulous.
Yes, I met my best friends here.
Yes, I've had a lot of opportunities here.
Yes, I've had some really great moments in the past 2 and a bit years.
But they were just moments. It's not like I look back at grade 9 and 10 and think that they've been some of the best years of my life. And if they were, well that would suck.
It gets better people, it does.
I believe that, even though I haven't experienced it.
So I guess it's about waiting all the crap out.
Put on a brave face and push through the bullshit until you find something real.
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
Welcome Home-(radicalface)
lots of waiting for real life,
the.(beautiful).let.down
<3
recordare miserere
salva, salva me
(remember misery, save, save me)
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