From Where I'm Standing

Three Days Later
FM Static


I made a wish on a shooting star once
but it's been so long
never did believe it
till you showed up there and proved me wrong
everyone is here and they're all cheering
with the end of another day
it's Friday night, everyone's asleep
and now we're walking home
our shadows grow underneath the streetlights
still, they're overgrown
a perfect end to a perfect night
and I feel so alright

[Chorus]
One, she makes me feel not-
Two, much like anything, that's-
Three, times more than I've ever felt before, and it's-
One a.m. and I'm-
Two sucked in, 'cuz it's-
Three, days later, I can't stop thinking about you

call lots of friends
and lets go down to the beach
bring your stereo
and all your favorite cds
we'll bring all out guitars
sit on top of our cars
and sing the night away just like rock stars
it's wide open, everyone scoping
hoping to have a night
where nothing gets broken
I will be leaving you tonight
oh I'll be leaving you tonight

[Chorus]

Woah, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus x2]

Sometimes I bang my head against for believing in someone. That they would be with me forever, that they even cared. Several of times I have been left with a broken heart because I believed in someone. But my question is this: Is holding onto someone that you know isn't worth it, or will let go, worth it. I remember loving someone that all my friends groaned and told me he was a player. And I knew they were right. But somehow, with the knowledge that I would regret it, I loved him anyway. That was awhile ago, but I remember it like yesterday. I remember one of my friends saying that maybe it was brave. She reminded me of my belief that love is fearless. So I jumped. It was really fun to fly for a moment. But I did fall.

Sometimes I think holding onto someone that used to care is hardest. Hmm…think of a name…Jessie. There. Jessie and I met when we were 9 years old. We took ballet classes together, went to the same church, and liked all the same things. (Mainly cats cradle, crocheting, and picking flowers.) Jessie and I did so many things together that it would take several books to write down all the memories. We called each other's parents "Mama, and Daddy" and to this day if I was at her house I could remember where they keep the allergy medicine and just about anything in the kitchen. I know a lot about her. Who she was, anyway. Soon after she turned 14 we stopped talking much, I came to see her shows sometimes, she always forgot mine. Jessie started going to a private school and I saw her about twice a year. Jessie has said some pretty cutting things about me and our other friends from when we were younger. The "Friends Forever" frame we had at her house has someone else's picture in it, and when I look back, I can't really remember why. I just wasn't very cool anymore. But I kept telling myself someday I would hear the phone ring and it would say her name like it used to about 10x a week. Until last August when I finally let her go somehow. She was already gone.

But, I guess, my point is that I can look back at some of these things with bittersweet nostalgia. I guess it's just nice to know that I was happy for awhile. I'm happy now, and I know it'll go up and down and up and down.

But maybe it's supposed to be that way.
You love, hurt, and learn….

That's just the way it looks From Where I'm Standing.

~Annie

Does anybody see the tears that won't stop falling?

I heard this song last August when I went to their concert in Denver. The CD comes out on the 11th! This was one of my favorite songs they played at their concert. I recorded it on my camera! :) ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!

This is a poem written by one of my beautiful, wonderful friends =)

What is {perfect}
What can perfect mean
How can perfect make me be
More than I’ll ever be able to reach

What is {perfect}
A cloud of dust
Gritty sandstorms screaming wind
Can’t see past the storm I’m in
To find what has to be {perfect}

Where is {perfect}
Things always changing
You stay the same no one’s remaining
Say goodbye to {perfect} again

{Perfect} promises invisible treasures
Somewhere over the rainbow
Find {perfect} waiting just for you
With bony fingers grasping for your sanity

Give {perfect} all you have
Yes give her all your love your passion
Your days your nights your legs that dance
The sound of music in your ears
She'd rather dance a silent invisible march

Give {perfect} the nights you felt so warm
Give her your lips and hands
She'll sell them for a higher cause
Eternity promises to trade your best for {perfect}

What is {perfect}
Is {perfect} happy
Is {perfect} sad
Can {perfect} ever give enough
Is perfect loud announced arrival
Or secrets silent hidden dreams

Smaller thighs
Smaller waist
Is this really all that {perfect} takes
Smaller voice
Smaller grace
What humanity demands while {perfect} waits

What is {perfect}
When your collarbones define your saving grace
When numbers are the rhythm of a larger melody
What doesn’t exist is more important than the things that do

How is {perfect}
The angel of the broken
The saint of those unspoken
Hiding all your insecurities perfectly

I want {perfect}
Making me empty clean
Washing the stain of breath away
Drowning the red in a sea of Perfect white

You need {perfect}
To hold you down
Make you stable in a filthy ocean of doubt
To justify the sacrifices you make for {perfect}

{Perfect} wants you
Trade your freedom
Sell your soul
Mark your body not your own

Watch as {perfect}
Steals your happiness
Mutes your laugh
Numbs your arms that used to hold

{Perfect} is a race to the death
Fighting your best friends
Whoever loses the most will win the best
Jealousy: the label of {perfect}

{Perfect} means standing tall as you crumble
{Perfect} means a whitewashed grave
{Perfect} is a downhill tumble faster, faster give yourself away
All you have to give for {perfect}
Is everything you loved

What isn’t {perfect}
Is what I want to be
Traitorous desires not the perfection
Sold to me by my best enemies
Secret wishes keep them whispers

{Perfect} wants to own my hands
Guard my heart freezing cold
Perfect means never enough
Can I be {perfect} anymore?
I can't be {perfect} anymore.

Copyright Lost in the Crowd 2009

Ahh!! Beautiful! Today its 70 degrees...wonderful wonderful wonderful! Then I stepped oustide and BAM got blown by a gust of wind. Wind and clouds like to ruin my beuaitul warm weather. Especaially clouds, they like to crash my tanning parties. But today, despite the wind we all went to the park and had a picnic. I had fun playing with my siblings...and I realized, they all have my mom's beautiful olive skin. I was "Blessed" with my Dad's pink skin. Thats more like white. And burns so it's red. Oh joy. Even my little brother has tan skin, and WHITE hair. No fair!!! Although now he's trying to sing "All Around me" and it sounds like a cow with its foot stuck in the mud and blowing a whistle. Great joy. Soon I shall leave for rehersal and direct...directing is funnish...its fun when the people cooperate! Who knows, maybe if I give them another "AT THIS RATE WE'LL BE FINISHED IN SEPTEMBER, PEOPLE!!!" talk it'll sink in somewhat. Somwhat, that's my prayer... Acting is my main joy, though, I can do that anytime, I act for a living. I think just about everyone acts for a living. You pretend you're happy, although thanks to a certain person I'm genuinely happy and can't stop smiling...you pretend to be mad to make people feel sorry for you, admit it, we pretend a lot! But I like REAL acting, performing of just about any kind. I feel so alive...spotlights and microphones have some sort of magical effect on me. Singing, Guitar, Piano, Acting, Dancing, its my joy.

So...if you go look up lost in the crowd on facebook and become a fan I will love you forever. Wait, LIKE lost in the crowd, stupid people on facebook made it so you can't become a fan of anything anymore, you only like them, what the heck. Anyway, until later.

~Annie <3