Valentin. 30 >.>. Texas. I'm a dude. I have a dog named Sadie. I do not give handjobs. I once got hit in the face with a brick.
There's nothing that you can do.
The sky is going to crush you.
We’ve got mixtapes and we’ve got heartache, we’ve got memories we haven’t made yet. We’ve got nights under covers under stars, and we’ve got days that we never want to end. And I promise we will miss all of this someday. And I promise we will miss these days.
And I will always be there to hold you up, and I will always forgive you when we fight, and after all this time I have learned that all those wishes lead to was bad decisions and failure. But you are the one thing that I got right.
Sitting outside, we’re alone, and you ask me “are you cold?” I think no, you make me warm, (how strange it is to feel this way again… to feel the worth of every word I’ll never say) but I’m nervous so I shrug and I reply “I’m doing fine” and despite my best intentions I think you can read my mind. So I smile with a wink like we know there’s something more but I keep it all a secret as the waves roll to the shore. I’m not counting on this to last, nothing ever does, but it’s nice to know that you’re next to me. You have to understand I don’t know who I am, and if I think we’ll be okay, does that mean we’ll be okay? I’m weary of myself, I’m weary of tomorrow, I’m weary of right now and how it probably isn’t real. But I’m feeling warm for the first time in a long time, and I hope I never get cold; I don’t want to drift away. I just want to be okay, and sit here with you until it rains again.
"Viva La Revolution," by The Adicts
From Songs of Praise (1981)
Punk Rock & Pub Rock