"to everything there is a season,
and ours has come and gone."

you are not who i thought you were. youre just like everyone else. i cant believe i was so blind to it, and now im only numb from it.

"nothing matters anymore,
and i cant wish anymore."

its not that i feel as empty as i did before. i just feel... well... left out. but im alright with that; ill be ok.

"call 911. im already dead, but someone should be held responsible for this -
this bloody mess."

its like a volcano was lying dormant inside of me for the first sixteen years of my life. but now it has erupted, and with it every degree of hopelessness has poured forth. i feel like a memory to you.

"...and the way you look tonight."

but i wont forget it. not a single moment of it. not the car rides or the car shows, not the smiles or the calls, not the ice or the fire, not the laughter or the tears, not the growing up or the growing away.

"in case youre wondering,
this songs about growing up."

so heres to all the stars that laughed and all the stars that cried. heres to the willows and the winds and the headlights. heres to kisses and bubble gum and youth.

in other words, heres to you.

(laugh. it couldnt possibly make things worse, and it should seem funny to you.)