Today has slowly ruined my family's last Christmas in this house. My mom even bought a real tree for this year. The last time we got a real tree was the year my dad was sick (2001) but we couldn't get it inside so we planted it. So we bought green cardstock and made a paper tree with paper ornaments on it. My mom and I were supposed to pick my sister up half way in Columbus but the roads were too bad and my sister didn't want to risk it. My brother was stuck in Indianapolis for a couple hours because they closed off the highways and there isn't any other way from Chicago. So tomorrow morning we won't have the usual brunch, cemetery visit, and present opening. Everything is delayed to an hour before the big family Christmas. I wish it wouldn't be so rushed.
Chuck had me listen to the band Frightened Rabbit. Everything about them makes me quiver, in the best way possible of course. I can't get over how perfect their lyrics are. A lot of which apply to what I'm feeling right now.
Good Arms Vs. Bad Arms:
Good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down. They are built to hold and fit. Look how far they go around. You don't need these now that you've found another pair and the difference astounding, I should expect except leave the rest at arm's length. Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress and leave the rest at arm's length. When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them. I decided this decision some six months ago so I'll stick to my guns, but from now on it's war. I am armed with the past, and the will, and a brick. I might not want you back, but I want to kill him and leave the rest at arm's length. Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress and leave the rest at arm's length. When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them and leave the rest at arm's length. Don't brush with him, he might have diseases and leave the rest at arm's length. Steer clear of the grasp, girl- run, run, away and leave thes rest at arm's length. Just roll over boy and don't make me do this and leave the rest at arm's length. I am armed to the teeth and I'm heavy set and leave the rest at arm's length. I'm not ready to see you this happy and leave the rest at arm's length. I'm still in love with you, can't admit it yet.
Poke:
Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language, communicate through pursed lips, you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces. I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth and make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you. But there's one thing we've got going and it's the only thing worth knowing. It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon. Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone? We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow. Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding. If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go. Well we can change our partners this is a progressive dance, but remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor. Well this has been a reel. I've got shin-splints and a stitch. But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in. Should look through some old photos I adored you in every one of those. If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told that we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night. I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose. And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated, but I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you.
Chuck had me listen to the band Frightened Rabbit. Everything about them makes me quiver, in the best way possible of course. I can't get over how perfect their lyrics are. A lot of which apply to what I'm feeling right now.
Good Arms Vs. Bad Arms:
Good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down. They are built to hold and fit. Look how far they go around. You don't need these now that you've found another pair and the difference astounding, I should expect except leave the rest at arm's length. Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress and leave the rest at arm's length. When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them. I decided this decision some six months ago so I'll stick to my guns, but from now on it's war. I am armed with the past, and the will, and a brick. I might not want you back, but I want to kill him and leave the rest at arm's length. Keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress and leave the rest at arm's length. When they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them and leave the rest at arm's length. Don't brush with him, he might have diseases and leave the rest at arm's length. Steer clear of the grasp, girl- run, run, away and leave thes rest at arm's length. Just roll over boy and don't make me do this and leave the rest at arm's length. I am armed to the teeth and I'm heavy set and leave the rest at arm's length. I'm not ready to see you this happy and leave the rest at arm's length. I'm still in love with you, can't admit it yet.
Poke:
Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language, communicate through pursed lips, you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces. I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth and make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you. But there's one thing we've got going and it's the only thing worth knowing. It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon. Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone? We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow. Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding. If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go. Well we can change our partners this is a progressive dance, but remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor. Well this has been a reel. I've got shin-splints and a stitch. But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in. Should look through some old photos I adored you in every one of those. If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told that we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night. I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose. And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated, but I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you.
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