1,000 things writeen. 1,000 things unfinished. if we 
could only hold a note in the back of our throats, we 
have been choking up the days. and thinking back on the 
things we've said please forgive the words i've shed, 
yet, i do believe things were misread. 1,000 things 
forgotten. where did all of the time go? where did all of 
our friends go? did they grow up? did they go home? i 
think they're growing homes and everyone conversation is 
a phone. i could hear it in the distance, often you 
wonder if you've ever had it right. unending preparation 
now. the starting point is hard to tell, was a long time 
ago, is far out of sight. in a life this size, the 
difference between 12 hours and 12 years becomes quite 
unclear. along with who you once were and who you were 
supposed to be. for your loved ones swallowed you whole. 
constant spills and refills, pathetic pleas and bad 
pills. when i was younger i wanted you here, as i grew 
older i did still. so along the way mistakes were made. 
just adjust, change, and trade. all of this unto you and 
into you. with all you i'm afraid still, i feel as i did.