We Got The Beat

Being back in school feels like this

so ready to take on the world

and be

Magical

and Majestic

and leave this cold in the dust

and live like this

and this

because we already look at you like this

because

and our hearts

are crazy

and waiting for the day you can get on our level

but you just stare back like this

so we'll fight you to the death

and distract ourselves with sex

and you'll remember us by our names but we won't even know your face.

STEP IT UP YALL AND GIVE ME SOMETHING TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT.

xx

CMS

The Speed Limit's Too Slow and Walking Won't Get Me Home

So my mind was starting to feel like this last time we spoke

and this too

but then it was time

(this picture is really only meant to exhibit my deep yearning for mens accessories)

to go back to tennessee

and we rode bikes around the lake

and I felt like me again

(which actually looks a little more like this)

even when I almost got eaten by coyotes (pronounced ky-oats in the south)

while hiking on a night like this

and the gang was back together like old times

and then i got to know you so well i could imagine the sound of your voice in my mind

and i was like.... wait...like, what? holy shit.

oh

K

I Get It.

and then you stared at me and i didn't say anything

and we had one last hoorah

and then it was back to

where i sleep like this

and going outside feels like this

but it won't be too long before it warms up

and new york in the spring consists of a lot of this

and since

i will stick this out

so that i can keep being better than you shiny hookers who think you can keep up

and quit creeping on mine

Bitches and Mother Fuckers

anyway, sorry for that side note but it's been a long time coming...

moving on,

once it's warm i will fly home again. maybe for

a long time, this time.

and i'll immerse myself into a life that i've always wanted but never let myself have

and there will be lovin'

and cross country truckin'

and livin' in tents with you.

xx

CMS

P.S. if i have any advice for anyone who's feelin' it on this cold january night,

it's Avett Brothers, Avett Brothers, Avett Brothers!

This song's a thank you for all of the soft heart, crazy eyed nashville songbirds who pressed up against bar floors and howled in hollow air with me over break.

i'll be back and we'll meet in a cave at the end of a long windy street where the trees meet.