Monday, April 27, 2009
I wish you stayed as fresh as the first time i heard my new favorite song. Before all the buzz and bloggers and the hip indie kids made you the next best thing. Back when no one knew who or what you were about and i found you on a hunch. Do you remember when every conversation was new and every little detail about your past seemed like the coolest thing. You were unpredictable and exciting. Now i finish your sentences and order your food. I grab my shovel and help us dig this rut we've become accustomed to. Every now and then a glimmer of hope will appear but I'm way to comfortable to chase it. So don't you dare change that dial remember this is your favorite part and you know every word.