All my friends are hooked on pills.
All my friends are drunken ills.
Lay in bed waiting for a call with
hopes that someone would want to hang out today.
What were you thinking when you were gunned down?
What were you thinking you hung yourself above the ground?
You hear silence while we hear sirens,
leaking through when we get the call.
I can’t take much anymore,
my tears weigh me down on the floor.
This is a constant reminder of what’s in store.
Black skies, heart tears.
I’m shaking, you don’t care.
I’m aching, you don’t care.
Failure - Pitiful
Next set will be Chris Pratt and Guardians Of The Galaxy
New End Original - “Lukewarm”
My three best friends and I planned a weeklong trip
for our spring break during our senior year of high school
We were untethered and free and grown
We left before the sun rose and began the first leg
to Virginia Beach for a couple of days
before heading out to camp on the Outer Banks
When we arrived, we spent the first night playing video games
we brought from home in our hotel room
In the morning, we ventured out into the world
and wandered around until late at night
like spectators or ghosts
as artificial lights burned brighter than daylight
The boardwalk was teeming with youth
brashly claiming adulthood like it was the last day on earth
We retreated back to our hotel, exhausted
The phone in our room rang out at an ungodly hour
(when only bad things are on the other end)
I answered and gave it to Danny
so he could hear his brother passed away
He dropped the phone and bolted out into the hall,
blind with grief
We ran out after him, unsure of what to do
He threw off our embrace and escaped down the stairs to the beach
and haunted the shore of the Atlantic for hours and hours
I waited and watched from a nearby park bench
When he came back, we got into the car and drove the twelve hours back home
and made it just in time for the funeral
Cool news to announce tonight or tomorrow.