“So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in 11-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.


And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let’s end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.

cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.

Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.

Everyone’s caught on to everything you do 

And I can’t let you, let me down again
~Seventy Times Seven
Brand New, Your Favorite Weapon

A decade’s worth of friendship….everything we went through, the late nights, the breakups, the funerals…..and I don’t even get a phone call?

There’s a reason you keep people around who knew you when. To keep you grounded and smack you in the face before you do something stupid. To pull you back on your feet when fear drags you down. To remind you why the hell you’re doing what you’re doing anyway.

When you’ve been that person for someone for a long, long time, it’s a more than a little disarming to hear they’ve moved across the country without a phone call. Here’s hoping it’s a rumor.

He was the last person I said goodbye to. The first person I wanted to see.