turn the lights off, carry me home.

in one week's time,
IB examinations for the grade twelves will begin.
in two weeks' time,
we would have finished our group 4 project.
in three weeks' time,
we would have finished our CAS for this year.
in four weeks' time,
you would have graduated.
in seven weeks' time,
you'll be in the army.

and so the short run melds into the long run.

say it ain't so, i will not go.

i am so in love with this song.

BRICK BY BORING BRICK - PARAMORE

She lives in a fairy tale,
somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell,
of a world that she's left behind.
It's all about exposure, the lens,
I told her,
the angles are all wrong.
Now she's ripping the wings off of butterflies.

Keep your feet on the ground,
when your head's in the clouds.

Well, go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle.

So one day, he found her crying,
coiled up on the dirty ground.
Her prince finally came to save her,
and the rest you can figure out.
But it was a trick,
and the clock struck twelve,
well, make sure to build your house
brick by boring brick,
or the wolf's going to blow it down.

Well you built up a world of magic,
because your real life is tragic.

If it's not real,
you can't hold it in your hand.
You can't feel it with your heart,
and I won't believe it.