ralphrulezdaworld

But you don't mean it.

you and your sweet words are breaking my mind your addictive bass licks are gettin' me so high higher than airplanes, i'm up with the stars i've gone past the trip line, i've gone way too far i see her sometimes, i no longer stare any eye contact, and she gives me that glare i wonder what happened, we used to be friends oh wait, i know, there's nothing upstairs crack open a bitters as i write these words thinking about school, it makes me shiver so may people, they think i''m a freak but you, you've shown me, you're just like me he looks in the mirror and fixes his hair what happened to guys that really don't care these days it'

Every morning I catch the bus to work. Its rather boring, really. It's the same crowd every morning; suited up city-goers that all look the same and are too uptight to make conversation with each other. Wednesday is an exception, though. On Wednesdays, Blair catches the bus. Blair is a pale, scrawny kid. He has massive brown eyes, like those of a cow, matted brown hair that is messy, yet gorgeous, and his skin is so pale. It's close to being translucent. The thing is though, he's a complete mystery. No one knows where he's from, or where he goes when he gets off the bus. He sits by himself each and every week. Always at the window seat. Some