iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
I have had you
stored in my phone
as "Don't answer!"
for quite some time now.
And everytime that
I see it flashing
across the panel
I can't help but to
want to hear
what you have to say.
The more and more
that I answer,
you are proving to me
that you are not
the person
you percieved yourself to be.
And it's making it easier for me
to realize how incorrect
you were from the start.
Even after listening to you
I start to question
myself and my thinking.
I start to think that
I'm just taking you all wrong.
And that maybe this is
what you need to do-
to better yourself.
But you are
better-making-it-known
the kind of person
you truly are.
I start to feel guilty
for thinking nothing
of you highly
anymore.
I start to feel guilty
that your life sucks
for you right now.
But you honestly
fucking deserve it.
You are probably
still partying
and living it up
the best that you can.
And you are starting
to tell me all of the
bullshit lies
you used to tell her.
I was thinking that
she was fucking stupid
for believing in the shit
that you used to do.
Now I'm thinking that
I am fucking stupid
for letting myself
get used to you.
I know this could
all be fucking done
if I used one word
and a contraction.
...you wouldn't get
the better of me.
It's a little hard though,
because I opened
myself up to you.
And I regret that now.
So let me add one word
and you can figure out the meaning-
"Don't call me!"
We'll always have
Brooklyn and Philly
Boston and Danbury.
But we'll never have
one another the way
we did there.
I'll never wake up
happy next to you-
in some random hotel room,
like I did in Connecticut-
or Mass or New York-
or Pennsylvania.
I'll never again
make plans with you
to go across country-
but when I make it out there
I'll send you a postcard
and wish you well here.
And maybe I'll even tell you
that I'm sorry we couldn't
be together.
stored in my phone
as "Don't answer!"
for quite some time now.
And everytime that
I see it flashing
across the panel
I can't help but to
want to hear
what you have to say.
The more and more
that I answer,
you are proving to me
that you are not
the person
you percieved yourself to be.
And it's making it easier for me
to realize how incorrect
you were from the start.
Even after listening to you
I start to question
myself and my thinking.
I start to think that
I'm just taking you all wrong.
And that maybe this is
what you need to do-
to better yourself.
But you are
better-making-it-known
the kind of person
you truly are.
I start to feel guilty
for thinking nothing
of you highly
anymore.
I start to feel guilty
that your life sucks
for you right now.
But you honestly
fucking deserve it.
You are probably
still partying
and living it up
the best that you can.
And you are starting
to tell me all of the
bullshit lies
you used to tell her.
I was thinking that
she was fucking stupid
for believing in the shit
that you used to do.
Now I'm thinking that
I am fucking stupid
for letting myself
get used to you.
I know this could
all be fucking done
if I used one word
and a contraction.
...you wouldn't get
the better of me.
It's a little hard though,
because I opened
myself up to you.
And I regret that now.
So let me add one word
and you can figure out the meaning-
"Don't call me!"
We'll always have
Brooklyn and Philly
Boston and Danbury.
But we'll never have
one another the way
we did there.
I'll never wake up
happy next to you-
in some random hotel room,
like I did in Connecticut-
or Mass or New York-
or Pennsylvania.
I'll never again
make plans with you
to go across country-
but when I make it out there
I'll send you a postcard
and wish you well here.
And maybe I'll even tell you
that I'm sorry we couldn't
be together.
