remember

I remember alot of things about this town. The time I said things I instantly wish I could take back. The rocks we'd throw into traffic. The baseball games we would play in parking lots when we should have been practicing. Wishing the atlantic was the pacific. The songs I wrote, but left in the park. The pictures of us, even they were clouded with a screen of smoke, but you could still make out the smiles. The sound of just your empty room but I could still make out the tears. I still remember being 13 in that basement. The feeling of my heart racing as the degenerics opened their first chord. The unrelentling fury they played with that night in our half lit basement... I want to live by in this half lit life.