emo living.

we were seventeen and on our own
when we hit the gas for the great unknown
i was named for a boy, she was named for the fall
and nothing else really mattered at all.

i knew what happened on the kitchen floor
and she knew what she meant when i wrote on the door
secrets spilled into the dark
and everyone wants a piece of my heart.

its a lullaby
its a beautiful life
and it sings me to sleep most every night
so i hold it close
and i hide it it away
thats how i keep it from going astray
love doesn't need a rhyme or a reason to be
this is the story of autumn and me.

we grew up fast in a few short years
we littered the path with the tracks of our tears
but we carved our names in the proverbial wall
and nothing else really mattered at all.

we earned every line in our twenty five years
we cried over boys and we laughed over beers
i wouldn't trade the girl for a song
she lets me know right where i belong.

rooftop dancing in the summer heat
new car crash on a one-way street
strangers moving up to the fourth floor
strange, now nobody knows me more.