|08:40 pm - I stayed home to drink and write this|
I keep falling in love with the same guy.
Lately though, I can't find him in anyone.
I think I missed the point back in 2004.
He joined the Marines because I didn't stop him.
As good as dead, and I think that might have been the one thing, in my life, I was supposed to do, but it was hard, so I married someone else.
But he's just a symbol, anyway. I keep falling love with the theory of the same guy, blue eyes and blond hair, doomed and idealistic, close enough. The original version survived Iraq and volunteered as a firefighter. They've all got drug problems and they all ended up in the military. I don't know if it's Byronic or redneck but at this rate it's only semantic.
Current Mood: yeah I'm drunk, so what