12.11.12 1:17am

This time of year
The cold air and
The rush of
Adrenaline
Hits me like a
Freight Train
Every
Single
Time

I hate this feeling
Of nostalgia of
A past that is
Long gone
But it's here
In the back
Of my mind
And all I
Want is
To
Disappear

We could
Run away
Together
Ditch this
Damned town
And just leave
Get away from
The past
Just
For
Tonight
At least.