At the risk of sounding totally emo, every time I listen to A Lack of Color by Death Cab for Cutie, I cry. Either in my heart or literally. It always, always, takes me back to Farrer Road, with all the big houses and balmy weather. How I'd wait for Zach to finish his church and we'd go do stupid shit like read comics or have sushi. I know I'm the one who left him and all that, but I can't help but feel that I'm the one that lost something, not him.
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Every time the song hits this part, I feel like fucking wailing my lungs out. Have you ever a close friend? I miss the old Zach, and no matter how much I want it to happen, he's not coming back. People change, and I have to accept that.
I hate this. I hate ranting on my blog, something anyone and everyone can see. How people can so effortlessly see into my soul, because I let them. But the truth sets me free; in a way I guess.
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gives you a *BIG HUG*
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