This is for you, Nicole.

The clock is ticking
To fall for nonfiction
Waist deep in recognition
That everyone I know is itching
For something real to happen
So I sit back
Listen to the tick tock
Of all the time I’ve wasted
Knowing all these hastings
Are so unappealing

Mixed up signals, bullet train.

I've been listening to a lot of Bright Eyes lately, and I'm not sure if that's good or not. It makes me think about life too much.
"Never thought of running, my feet just led the way"
"Death will give us back to god, just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean."
"Would you agree times have changed?"
"Sun turns us to stone. It's a cloudy day, but we still can't go home"
"A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs, everything must belong somewhere"
"And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you're right?"

I'm ready to be done.

You know this is about you.

-You are the only person here for me, thank you.

-You are the one I wish I was really close to because you mean a lot to me.

-You are the most inconsiderate bastard to ever walk on the earth.

-You are the only person I can see myself growing old with.

-You are the one I never want to lose, but already have.

-You are the most incredible person I have ever met, and I love you.