And I remember the way that you dressed and, 
How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
And I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain, 
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to god in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since.

I recall once on the church steps, when I moved to kiss your chest

How we paid such close attention to each sweet and stuttered breath. 

I should’ve stopped to paint our picture, captured honest pure affection,

Just to document the difference between attraction and connection.

I’ve done a typography section for my graphic design course with loads of song lyrics in it :|

I hope the person marking it likes Mixtapes, La Dispute, Touche Amore, The Gaslight Anthem and The Wonder Years. ;)

And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
“We’ll change the world!” We sang,
“We’ll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in heartless politicians.

I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear,
That not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand.
And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and
How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
And I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain.