I think we all scraped our knees on the past as we were counting down, bile in the back of our throats and bubbles on our tongue. We all hoped to kiss that girl or boy in the corner of the room, taste cherry lips or inhale cotton. The minute before it's over is the agonizing part -

-When heat up your heart and your legs fall asleep and your thoughts are racing. You can even hear the ticking of the bomb in your stomach, pushing you to act before it's too late. Baby, we promise ourselves that it's going to be different. Because the earth revolved around the sun & you will be born again. As you know, a phoenix needs a spontaneous flame to be reborn. I'll get the flame. How about you? You sleep with the ashes. You wait and you still wait. The next day comes and you continue waiting. When will you rise? I loathe it, to see you wait there like an idiot. I loathe it, to see you're hurting yourself.