tabula rasa

you were, i think, surprisingly close to breaking out of your whole thang. things began to have names, names began to have possibilities, trees became possibilities, just growing. how exciting the thought that such great heights could be reached in such improbable times. how unfortunate then, to have the gates shut again, for no more padangs, riversides, forbidden hills. now it is back to concrete an existence away from where your heart is, it is back to unfunny times with unfunny people. you could be surprised though, much like all of this originally was. how improbable you say, what could beat sublimating history, to be transcended thus, to be happy for just being? i do hope you will be surprised, for a chance to experience again the wide-eyed wonder that was just six months ago, two months later.

used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that
now you're all gone, got your make-up on and you're not coming back
bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash under your breath
park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
anthems for a 17 year-old girl, broken social scene