Text: Permanent. Sink / Swim. The Van Song.

Im waiting for the days ive spent years sleeping through, letting apathy and regret keep me from my friends and now its (almost) not too late to live with mistakes and fears and find ways to remember summers spent during better years. ill stay scarred and stop trying to cover what i know I cant replace, trace them twice a day, no, dont forget being 16 and alone, and this is for nights spent hiding for days on end. so dont forget chevy van windows that dont quite work, speakers scream jimmy cousins for four days straight, and were five deep fighting against the nights last hours in yards dark enough to hide from my mistakes. i dont know if this is forward movement, or if im learning better to hide?i dont know if ive been running in the right direction, but im running all the same. and this knot in my throat sings regret too well, and this knot in my stomach breathes in sighs and farewells. and let me say slow ? ive tried to lay low, hold back until i could just about figure out how to tell you simply ?were all fighting so hard and feeling so low, and all i can do is begin to start to remember how to breathe like it?s the first time..beause im stumbling through last letters, losing numbers, and waiting out the nights.? these are my ghosts?and i give them to you tonight