iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
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- Mar 30, 2002
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I didn't sit around
and wait for his call.
And when I think about,
it's because I'm really not
that kind of girl.
Instead I found myself
sitting at the bar,
ordering another drink
before his band went on.
I got the invitation
earlier in the week.
When I first got to the bar
I seated myself
and fixated my eyes
on the Oklahoma/Texas game.
I picked up the conversation
that was going on next to me.
Dumb girls-
getting crazy over a member.
That's just how I didn't want to act.
As long as I can remember
I always dated musicians.
Only a few of them
struck my chords the right way.
When they opened their mouth
something changed.
But as long as they stood on stage
and just shut the fuck up
I was able to tolerate them.
None of them could sing.
But last night-
ahhh-
last night,
he made my eyes
bigger and brighter
and while I rested them
upon him
as he danced around
and sang out his heart
I thought to myself.
The best compliment
I could give is
if it was possible
to fuck his voice-
I would.
And as I stood up
to get closer to him
he made me
the next closest thing
to fucking melting.
I never stared into someone's
eyes like that before
and holy fucking shit
as he was staring at me
and singing and dancing
one foot in front of me-
looking all cute without trying
the only thing I could think
was how I wanted
to be that girl
to him.
As he mingled
with guests that had showed,
I climbed into the booth
and fed his bass player beer
and watched guitar and drums
eye me from the other side
of the table.
One asked me for my number.
Everybody has more than
one Jen in their phone-
you can dub me the name
'drunk'.
I knew that this would happen-
but at least I could be forward.
Instead of sitting there all
akward
and shit.
Fighting with my mind
for something to say.
But instead I could
give him an invitation
to join me for a drink
at my house
and later we could
climb into my bed
and spoon.
But I'll drive myself
home .
All by myself-
because I try so hard
not to be that girl.
Even though, when
it comes down to it,
I am.
He should expect
for me not to call him
until next week.
Even though, I'll fight
with my fingers
not to dial his digits.
Playing hard to get
always builds up
the sexual tension.
dun dun DUN... to be continued
and wait for his call.
And when I think about,
it's because I'm really not
that kind of girl.
Instead I found myself
sitting at the bar,
ordering another drink
before his band went on.
I got the invitation
earlier in the week.
When I first got to the bar
I seated myself
and fixated my eyes
on the Oklahoma/Texas game.
I picked up the conversation
that was going on next to me.
Dumb girls-
getting crazy over a member.
That's just how I didn't want to act.
As long as I can remember
I always dated musicians.
Only a few of them
struck my chords the right way.
When they opened their mouth
something changed.
But as long as they stood on stage
and just shut the fuck up
I was able to tolerate them.
None of them could sing.
But last night-
ahhh-
last night,
he made my eyes
bigger and brighter
and while I rested them
upon him
as he danced around
and sang out his heart
I thought to myself.
The best compliment
I could give is
if it was possible
to fuck his voice-
I would.
And as I stood up
to get closer to him
he made me
the next closest thing
to fucking melting.
I never stared into someone's
eyes like that before
and holy fucking shit
as he was staring at me
and singing and dancing
one foot in front of me-
looking all cute without trying
the only thing I could think
was how I wanted
to be that girl
to him.
As he mingled
with guests that had showed,
I climbed into the booth
and fed his bass player beer
and watched guitar and drums
eye me from the other side
of the table.
One asked me for my number.
Everybody has more than
one Jen in their phone-
you can dub me the name
'drunk'.
I knew that this would happen-
but at least I could be forward.
Instead of sitting there all
akward
and shit.
Fighting with my mind
for something to say.
But instead I could
give him an invitation
to join me for a drink
at my house
and later we could
climb into my bed
and spoon.
But I'll drive myself
home .
All by myself-
because I try so hard
not to be that girl.
Even though, when
it comes down to it,
I am.
He should expect
for me not to call him
until next week.
Even though, I'll fight
with my fingers
not to dial his digits.
Playing hard to get
always builds up
the sexual tension.
dun dun DUN... to be continued
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