With the little time we have, you live it like a never ending dream.
And dreams are nice, they are, but they are what they are, dreams.
And while you sit and let hours slip away like it is nothing, I feel the pain of my heart every second that slowly passes by me.
Maybe you take me for granted or maybe you just cannot tell that I hate it when you do this to me.
So while you sit and let hours slip away like a never ending dream in front of me,
The seconds pass by painfully slow like a never ending nightmare behind you.
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via fuckinq)