[The picture above is Cailyn]
"Isn't it a little racist to have you black friend in the back of your bus?" He arched his eyebrow and I hit him causing him to smile.
The material of his shirt was soft against my arm as he escorted me to the car. We're just friends. I reassured myself. He opened the door for me with a smile and I got into the car. I pulled my seat belt on and began looking through his CDs.
"Anything in particular you want to listen too?" He asked as he started the car.
"Well non of your music even I can sing better" I joked and he placed a hand on his chest like he was hurt by the comment.
"Your going to regret saying that." He said as he turned on Its Over When Its Over. We both sang a long laughing and smiling.
Him: I've got my life laid out in front of me like roads drawn on a map.
I've had so many times where I slipped off the beaten path.
I took the time to see the picture and for what it's worth.
I'd walk a thousand miles without my shoes to make it work.
Me: I swore to God that I'm never coming back.
Kept my faith when I was clapped.
Staring at the wall through a crack in the floor.
And these metal doors–they've got me trapped.
I gotta remind myself that my mind is strong so I won't lose my head.
I've got my demons that I fight with every little thought and every breath.
Both of us: I wear my heart up on my sleeve so my soul's exposed.
And I carry this disease, the weight of the holy ghost.
God, can you hear me? God is missing.
Take it back, take it back, my friend,
All the things that you said about the end.
This is it, this is me telling you it ain't over 'til it's over.
Give it up, give it up, my friend.
The score is settled even if you won't admit.
Set it down, final hour without a doubt, it's over when it's over.
Him: You've got your life laid out in front of you like a car crash.
Unconscious at the wheel cause you were driving too fast.
But if you took the time to check up in your rear-view mirror,
Me: You'd see the things you're driving from are your biggest fears.
You gotta get back up from the wreckage above and walk right through the fire.
No matter what happens, the fact is that the flames keep getting higher.
Him: You gotta keep it going, keep tiptoeing through the fire and the flames and the pain of knowing.
That the world is dark, gotta keep on going, gotta give that spark, gotta keep on glowing.
Me: I wear my heart up on my sleeve so my soul's exposed.
And I carry this disease, the weight of the holy ghost.
God, can you hear me? God is missing.
Both of us: Take it back, take it back, my friend,
All the things that you said about the end.
