i · am · covered · in · skin

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

'Round here we always stand up straight
'Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

'Round here we're carving out our names
'Round here we all look the same
'Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
'Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says it's only in my head
She says, "shhh...I know it's only in my head"
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says
"Man you should try to take a shot --
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something

'Round here she's always on my mind
'Round here, hey man, got lots of time
'Round here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
'Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can't see nothing, nothing round here
Won't you catch me if I'm falling
Won't you catch me if I'm falling
Won't you catch me 'cause I'm falling down on you
I said I'm under the gun 'round here
Man I said I'm under the gun 'round here
And I can't see nothing, nothing 'round here.




I know I used to be a sucker for the surreal late night get together with friends/random people that turns out to be early morning hanging out...but I'm beginning to crave just regular old good times with friends...with normal, non-depressing, non-philosophical conversation. Nothing serious, just good fun. Whatever happened to those times?

I need to see Mariel and Julia. I haven't seen either one of them in like 2 weeks. Yes it sounds like nothing but this is Mariel and Julia. I need them. I am now sure that I will be miserable in college when Mariel leaves and without Julia here. What the Hell am I supposed to do? There are no replacements for people like them.

Damn my late night emotional bursts. Damn my late night melodrama. Damn them.

And damn every single fucking Counting Crows song for fitting perfectly with said emotions/melodrama. Gah.
They're so wonderful and yet so great at facilitating depression. Again, I say...gah.