Kevin Smith Dating Tips

the moon is out
im driving by our old apartment
for a second i swear i see your car outside
but it's just in my mind
i ran into your old bestfriend
from back when the only thing keeping me alive was
the beer in my hand
and the gleam in your eye
and the smarts to know if i screamed real loud
it would drown out the sound
as our hearts lay breaking on the ground
and "as i lay dying" was just a book
but it summed things up pretty well
turning 19
reading william faulkner in first class
on a train to hell
it took 16 years
now it's been 25 months
three long summers and falls together and all i got was numb
and now
you've got you new friends
i've got a razor blade, some lose ends, and a degree.
and we have changed
but somewhere you and i will always be the same.
"summer wind was always our song" was always our song,
i mean we picked iou one galaxy,
but it really didnt fit.
"oh and what I wouldn't give just to kiss your lips again, hold your hand next to my heart, wake up with you in our apartment"
Was always more of a hit than a miss.
summer days spent in a haze of
rilo kiley, comic books, and pissed off looks
and getting annoyed at the guy on x-play
growing up too fast
holding grudges reliving the past
taking turns spitting the lyrics of
popular mechanics for lovers at each other
"just because he loves you too, he wouldn't ever take a bullet for you!"
met with some variation of fuck off
or you started it
or you held her hand so i can sleep with him.
GET OVER IT.
im so sorry.
love don't come that often,
but it doesnt leave too easy either
cause those kind of sunday mornings are looooong gone
now if i want to sing about sunday
ill turn up a johnny cash song
sing along about beer for breakfast
and having one more for dessert.
they lied when they said time would repair the nerves.
the cigarettes burns in my car have a better chance of repairing themselves first.
remember when we read "blankets"?
i mean we were both high
so we probably dont actually rememeber reading it
spread out on my bed
book in our hands
smoke in our heads
but we thought it was so fitting and perfect
how their love wasnt working but they were leaving footprints
in the snows of their soul
and you decided it was us
and for once i couldnt argue
or call you an asshole
and that was a good thing
because that meant you probably weren't calling me a bitch
and that footprint thing sort of made our love feel infinite
and for once i was wasnt the kid in the book slitting his wrists
because life was too hard
but charlie screaming from the window of the car
i bought you that book for your birthday when i was 17
and it ended up in your aunts basement
which is basically another metaphor for our relationship
there wasn't anything about the protagonist
screwing his ex-girlfriend
so maybe the plot failed to catch your attention
J is for pink bullets tangled up in kite strings
o is for the kind of bruises that don't show up on skin
S is for seeing through you, you are a fake
H is for counting every single day, stealing lines from my favorite songs and tacking on lines so things will rhyme.
sort ofanyway.
kevin smith was our john hughes
generations ahead still caught
teenage blues
and teenage kicks all through the night
the buzzcocks always had it right
and us
chasing amy meets the breakfast club
ben affleck and molly ringwald
maybe if i had been a lesbian, or if you'd kissed me in detention there'd have been less variables?
Eighteen, listening to death cab in my car outside kmart
talking about the future of politics
and lifespans of our hearts
yours had a do no resistate order
but we tried til all our ribs were broken
maybe someday youll forgive me
maybe someday my heart will get off my sleeve
and my chest wont feel so open
now that i've learned to shut my mouth
and fixed the parts of me that were broken