Dear Lover,
i would like to tell you a story. well, actually its more of explaining with kind of a story. so i'm getting homesick for places i never loved. actually, places i hated. people i hated. i think maybe i just miss the ability to go somewhere and be so far detached from this this town i guess. kansas, i used to love you, but you're moving too fast and i'm too slow to love you i guess. I miss the red lights of amsterdam; knowing that sleeping in that shitty, small room that reeked of mary jane kept me from being alone. but no one really knew me, you know? i mean, if you think you know what i'm doing wrong you're gonna have to get in line, you know? i hate it when people do that. I miss nobody knowing who i am or where i'm going. kansas, your skys have betrayed me. your winds whispered my secrets far and wide and now i've just gotta get out. you see, kansas, you've made me look like a fool. i loved you for your warm winds and slow summers. I loved cold white mornings and i used to love getting caught in your downpours. but you see, kansas, your golden fields and warm nights no longer hold me quite like they used to. i'm in love with what you used to be. You used to be warm nights laying on concrete. You used to be my country road freedom. And i even miss the way you would catch me by surprise sometimes. but now you're different. the rain is cold. people don't smile like they used to. you move so fast. i used to like waking up in clear, warm sunlight but honestly? I'd rather have Parisian subways that don't change their pace, catching me unaware. I'd rather have cold german rain that won't let you down. I'd rather have england's sky, that refuses to listen to my secrets. I'd rather put my life into Bruxelles confused and mismatched signs. I'd rather soak in poland, where they don't understand a word i say, and really don't care. its good. cause i don't care anymore either kansas. you've let me down. how could i have ever had such a deep and secretive love for you? you swirl me around in floods and refuse to let me go. i want paris where i can jump into any bottle i please, and come and go as i please. i'm sorry kansas. but i can't love you anymore when you don't love me back. i can't please the people here, and i don't care to. you've changed kansas, and i don't love you anymore.
sincerely, jordan
i would like to tell you a story. well, actually its more of explaining with kind of a story. so i'm getting homesick for places i never loved. actually, places i hated. people i hated. i think maybe i just miss the ability to go somewhere and be so far detached from this this town i guess. kansas, i used to love you, but you're moving too fast and i'm too slow to love you i guess. I miss the red lights of amsterdam; knowing that sleeping in that shitty, small room that reeked of mary jane kept me from being alone. but no one really knew me, you know? i mean, if you think you know what i'm doing wrong you're gonna have to get in line, you know? i hate it when people do that. I miss nobody knowing who i am or where i'm going. kansas, your skys have betrayed me. your winds whispered my secrets far and wide and now i've just gotta get out. you see, kansas, you've made me look like a fool. i loved you for your warm winds and slow summers. I loved cold white mornings and i used to love getting caught in your downpours. but you see, kansas, your golden fields and warm nights no longer hold me quite like they used to. i'm in love with what you used to be. You used to be warm nights laying on concrete. You used to be my country road freedom. And i even miss the way you would catch me by surprise sometimes. but now you're different. the rain is cold. people don't smile like they used to. you move so fast. i used to like waking up in clear, warm sunlight but honestly? I'd rather have Parisian subways that don't change their pace, catching me unaware. I'd rather have cold german rain that won't let you down. I'd rather have england's sky, that refuses to listen to my secrets. I'd rather put my life into Bruxelles confused and mismatched signs. I'd rather soak in poland, where they don't understand a word i say, and really don't care. its good. cause i don't care anymore either kansas. you've let me down. how could i have ever had such a deep and secretive love for you? you swirl me around in floods and refuse to let me go. i want paris where i can jump into any bottle i please, and come and go as i please. i'm sorry kansas. but i can't love you anymore when you don't love me back. i can't please the people here, and i don't care to. you've changed kansas, and i don't love you anymore.
sincerely, jordan
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For a punkass you have some lovely thoughts! keep em coming..
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