Pipe dreams

我都已经懒得问你今年回不回来了,因为肯定不回来。。

最近我妈会跟我常聊到高中，很多事情也只有等到过去比较久才可以自然谈下去，高三时候我猜她大概应该不会完全相信班主任三天两头的电话告状吧？但是那时候毕竟还是很不安，三年后我知道她几乎就没相信过那些告状，我却突然开始有点想念那段天天中午被找到办公室谈话批判的日子。

而我比较开心的是看到某些我对我妈的影响，五一的时候她哈尔滨的同学过来一起吃饭，她同学说自己的小孩考上了研究生满意外的主要是因为今年分数低运气真好，我妈说不能这样说小孩啊要相信小孩的水平，我当时就听得很恍惚。。不过三年后我很高兴她能说出这样的话来。

现在的我其实还是一个很偏执的人，但是高中时候偏执的东西现在都已经想开，那么是不是意味着几年后我对现在所偏执的也一样能看淡掉，我猜差不多~

昨天晚上还翻了下xxx以前的新浪博客，看了一下自己从前的留言，觉得自己也真是一点都没有变，虽然说话口气已经千差万别，但是一看文章我就知道哪些是我回过的哪些不会回，理由永远都不会变。

和猴子已经又两年没见，今天想到的是高一时候大伙还没有手机，我们约好放学后6点到初中门口集合，不幸那天要开年级大会竟然拖到7点多才放学，我异常郁闷的打车到初中门口，你居然还在。

最近日夜都在听kid loco,最爱的是两首,cosmic supernatural让我觉得人生应该骚一点,cocaine diana里重复的那句"thank you very much"在不慎坐错位置面对阳光直射的公车上都能迅速的让我释然起来。

Thank you very much.

Every chip from every cup,
every promise given up,
every reason that’s not enough
is falling, falling at you feet.

Every band that last a climate,
every race when there’s nothing in it,
every winner that’s lost a ticket
is falling, falling at your feet.

I’ve come crawling, falling at your feet.
Everyone who needs a friend,
every life that has no end,
every need not ready to bend
is falling, falling at your feet.

I’ve come crawling, now I’m falling at your feet.
All fall down (repeat).
All the manic taste faces that you pull,
All the action is none of that you control,
the graffiti rolling down on five feet tall,
and the compromise you make for soon.

Every teenager with acne,
every face that spoil the beauty,
every adult tamed by duty,
they’re all falling at your feet.

Every foot in every face,
every cops that will find some grace,
every prisoner in the maze,
every hand that needs an ace
is falling, falling at your feet.
I’ve come crawling, now falling at your feet.

All fall down (repeat).

All the books you never read, just started.
All the meals you rushed, never tasted.
Every eye closed by a bruise,
every player that just can’t loose,
every popstar heroine abuse,
every drop out gone with booze,
all falling at your feet,
all falling at your feet.

All fall down (repeat).
All the effort makes it.
All the bigger deal.
All the radio waves, electronic seas.
Had to never give?
Had to simply be?
To know when to wait this blessed simplicity.
In hope shall I trust.
In heaven I’ll be staying.
Teach me to surrender.
Not my will, my will.