iLoveYouWithaKnife
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- Mar 30, 2002
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And I saw something today that made my memory kick back into full gear.
I remember one Thursday night,
sitting in this bar.
It's the last time I heard this one kid sing-
And I sat at this table,
with these two people
Who I didn't even want to be sitting by.
(First time I saw them in two months)
One kid, who happened to be my rebound
And a girl who got involved;
telling us both how wrong
this all was.
But we didn't care.
Then I remembered where all of this started.
I was sitting in my apartment,
already drank a 1/2 a bottle of wine.
...trying to come myself down,
through my nervous breakdown.
And I got this instant message,
from this girl I used to be friends with,
at the time-
saying that 'so & so' was in town,
wanted to see me.
So I wiped my tears away
Took a cab to West Philly-
ordered a Dos Equiox and rested my head on the bar
-And waited for my group of friends,
to lift my spirits.
They came in- they had some fun.
And all I could think about was coming to a hault,
falling apart.
Right there before their eyes.
Because me and this wonderful person from Northeast,
gave up on the world and thinking
That we were worth anything.
Last call for alcohol!
The group stayed in West Philly.
Me and this kid, my friend, took a cab to Center City.
And I cried the whole way with his arm around me.
He knew how to comfort me,
without saying a word.
...stumbled three flights up, to that dump,
and sat on my couch all night until the morning.
Spent the next 3 days, hearing him tell me,
how much of a beautiful person I was
and how much he loved me.
And pleaded with me,
not to keep doing that to myself.
And I listened.
A few days later I called him
and told him I was coming home.
It's weird, ya know,
Cause I heard his smile through the phone.
And then stuff happened-
rebounds don't last forever.
Because there I was,
sitting at this table
with two people
I didn't even want to look at-
So I turned my attention
to this guy playing guitar
and singing out his heartache
through these meaningful words.
That probably didn't hold meaning
to anyone else but him.
And I swallowed down my ungodly number of Corona's
in that three and a half hours
And i turned to this guy and this girl I sat with
and told them I had to leave.
I walked out that door,
and stumbled up Wyoming Street.
...stopped to throw up once.
Sat on the corner and cried.
Because I didn't know why...
or how...
feelings could fade...
So fast.
And I guess that's the way the story goes,
in any case-
feelings begin to fade
or you forget,
what it was that made them
So important, so perfect
in the first place.
But maybe it was just the moment
that two people share.
And then it's left for memories.
I guess when someone can't offer you anything anymore,
And you can't do the same-
It's time to turn,
And walk away.
And rely on other things
to keep those memories alive.
And help you remember why-
You didn't give up on yourself.
I remember one Thursday night,
sitting in this bar.
It's the last time I heard this one kid sing-
And I sat at this table,
with these two people
Who I didn't even want to be sitting by.
(First time I saw them in two months)
One kid, who happened to be my rebound
And a girl who got involved;
telling us both how wrong
this all was.
But we didn't care.
Then I remembered where all of this started.
I was sitting in my apartment,
already drank a 1/2 a bottle of wine.
...trying to come myself down,
through my nervous breakdown.
And I got this instant message,
from this girl I used to be friends with,
at the time-
saying that 'so & so' was in town,
wanted to see me.
So I wiped my tears away
Took a cab to West Philly-
ordered a Dos Equiox and rested my head on the bar
-And waited for my group of friends,
to lift my spirits.
They came in- they had some fun.
And all I could think about was coming to a hault,
falling apart.
Right there before their eyes.
Because me and this wonderful person from Northeast,
gave up on the world and thinking
That we were worth anything.
Last call for alcohol!
The group stayed in West Philly.
Me and this kid, my friend, took a cab to Center City.
And I cried the whole way with his arm around me.
He knew how to comfort me,
without saying a word.
...stumbled three flights up, to that dump,
and sat on my couch all night until the morning.
Spent the next 3 days, hearing him tell me,
how much of a beautiful person I was
and how much he loved me.
And pleaded with me,
not to keep doing that to myself.
And I listened.
A few days later I called him
and told him I was coming home.
It's weird, ya know,
Cause I heard his smile through the phone.
And then stuff happened-
rebounds don't last forever.
Because there I was,
sitting at this table
with two people
I didn't even want to look at-
So I turned my attention
to this guy playing guitar
and singing out his heartache
through these meaningful words.
That probably didn't hold meaning
to anyone else but him.
And I swallowed down my ungodly number of Corona's
in that three and a half hours
And i turned to this guy and this girl I sat with
and told them I had to leave.
I walked out that door,
and stumbled up Wyoming Street.
...stopped to throw up once.
Sat on the corner and cried.
Because I didn't know why...
or how...
feelings could fade...
So fast.
And I guess that's the way the story goes,
in any case-
feelings begin to fade
or you forget,
what it was that made them
So important, so perfect
in the first place.
But maybe it was just the moment
that two people share.
And then it's left for memories.
I guess when someone can't offer you anything anymore,
And you can't do the same-
It's time to turn,
And walk away.
And rely on other things
to keep those memories alive.
And help you remember why-
You didn't give up on yourself.
