||[Jun. 1st, 2004|10:06 pm]
dead poets' society
i want a riot i can dance to, i want to taste infinity on my lips & find a revolution in his eyes.|
i want rock 'n roll at our fingertips & the highway stretched out in front of us like neon.
but all i have is his voice through the static, the cheap plastic stars on the ceiling & these tears on my pillowcase
when i lay there in the dark, in the glow of the plastic neon stars, i can taste your lips.
eyes closed & face buried in the pillowcases that smell too much like me & not at all like you, i hear your words playing in my head.
boy, you've become the new soundtrack to my life & we're only on the first
verse of this song.
but i have this suspicion that the chorus is going to rock my world.