Jon Heath - Whatever.

Haddie First off, you should know your father is an idiot In the same way a person who has never found love, but loves to give love advice is an idiot In the same way politicians giving out new rules to live by but haven’t lived a real life themselves are idiots In the same way people who believe in anything to be true without doing their own critical thinking are idiots What I’m saying is that this is new to me too And if it seems as if I’m relying on the Disney channel to teach you along the way it’s because... I mean... it helps. When I was younger I didn’t understand why my parents used to answer my questions with “because”  But now when you look at me with those wondering eyes, I have to settle for the failures of previous generations, because I’m an idiot Haddie, I’m sorry my mouth doesn’t understand how to teach you balance That’s why parents have training wheels But don’t think it’s lack of trying on my part On the inside is an intricate web of informa

They say time is a flat circle which sounds right to me because  When I take my clock off the wall and set it on the ground It’s very plain to see that life is a piece of paper My pencil circles around until  I whittle it to the nub and the lead makes a cracking sound As I get older, the shape of my soul becomes more defined Broken love and unfulfilled dreams weigh heavy on my mind  I think emotions are the circles unsure of where they begin or end Thoughts are an unfinished email and I’m afraid to hit send Combined with an unhealthy diet that turns me into an oval mess I can’t help but wonder how the figure 8’s handle stress Have they never had bad luck? Is their story a Cliff note? Does sunshine pour out of their pores naturally? Do they even own a coat? Why does life hand one man a dollar and another a penny How can someone not write a story yet others have so many? If we were to undress a figure 8 with a nice pick up line or maybe a couple of drinks

Love is supposed to be a thrill ride. You fasten your seatbelt, and speed to the park in hopes that today you’ll find that one roller coaster that rips your head back and shoves excitement and bliss down your throat. The type of happiness you experience when two bodies collide under the stars and you don’t have to worry about anything more than rolling down the hill and losing grasp of the other. The type of joy you get when your favorite team catches a Hail Mary and you throw your hands up to celebrate and you don’t even spill your beer. The type of smile that pours out of your soul when the baby tiger cub reaches his furry paw out to fist bump your three year old daughter, and you watch her face light up like the streetlights in my old neighborhood at sunset. Love is supposed to be a great movie. The one where the guy finds that one girl he’d do anything to be with, including letting her have the floating door even when he’s freezing in the water. Or the one where the w