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death to all, and to all a horrible night...
2003-08-28@6:49 p.m.

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end

to hang around and tap us on the shoulder

and smile

silent

it's all implied

"you'll die trying to live this down. you might as well forget it."

still, i'm convinced that wondering what if is the worst thing there is

so we bottled and shelved all our regrets

let them ferment and came back to our senses

drove back home and slept a few days

woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be

all these lines fall short of what i had in mind

a failed attempt to capsulize a feeling

so i just try fail and try and try again

someday i swear i'm going to get it

because i'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is

we'll get over it

sad, strong, safe and sober

we'll move forward

and know where we went wrong

but "you can't go home again."

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hey, listen to this and "Existentialism on Prom Night." They're aweseome.

- Jacob

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