take this to your grave.

and it's late at night
yet we are still awake
on the phone playing
"truth or dare"

wish i could see your
face once more
feel your warm touch
kiss your lips

i inhale and you exhale
i cry, you cry
we still sleep under the same sky
put on our jeans,
one leg at a time
we've traveled the world
but all we really want
is home
the phone rings and my heart beats
i pick up and its you
if they ever found this diary
surely they would lock me up
inside a cold dark room
with only the light of the moon
reflecting on the white walls
chains holding me down
iron bars keeping me in
i want to break free
music constantly playing in my head
songs that stick forever and
the one we forget
don't ever forget us
and we will always remember you
are the emotions we feel real?
does lovestruck count as an illness?
if it does,
i have got it bad.

dunno. had some inspiration listening to Fall Out Boy's "Take This To You Grave" record last night.