iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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I looked out the window a minute ago.
Your car isn't there.
Because I drove you away.
Like usual.
But no matter how hard I try,
I still can't pound the image
into my fucking head
that maybe, just maybe
YOU WANT ME.
JUST ME.
I can't get past thinking
that I have something,
me....... ? I have something
that makes you want to wake up everyday.
You could probably have anyone you wanted,
if you didn't already....
and still you choose........
Why am I crying, why am I crying, you ask?
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
When I told you to get the fuck out,
that I didn't want to be your girl?
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
when I told you that you were a piece of fucking trash,
that you were no good, and you never would be.
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
When I slammed the fucking door
screaming I hate your guts while I pulled my hair out.
I keep wandering back to the window,
thinking I might see your car or hear it idle.
But why? why should it be out there?
I am so sorry for being such a fucking cunt.
But something about you,
just won't let me let my guard down around you.
I'm pacing around back and forth.
I don't know what to do.
A little shy of one year....
and I still want to fucking scream
until my vocal chords burn.
And to start my list of
'everything that bothers me about you'
is that fact that I can't get in touch with you
when I want....
When I want to tell you I am sorry I am a cunt.
Because later...
I won't be sorry. And that's my problem.
Nobody can ever get in touch with you.
Where are you going to go?
It's 1.30 in the afternoon.
You can't be at work,
because you probably don't have a job anymore.
For three weeks you didn't show up,
or you were three hours late,
or you'd call and say you were sick
just because you wanted to lay naked in bed
with a girl who could make you cry
with just a look that says 'i hate you' all over.
You can't be at the bar,
because you have no money.
Because you didn't go to work....
You said you weren't going to your mom's.
You'r car isn't going to make it far enough,
to get away from me.
And maybe sometimes,
I wish it would.
Maybe this time it will.
For your benefit.
But just know this time,
I am sorry for being a cunt.
And hurting you.
And doing anything else that
put that look in your eye.
I am so sorry that I just can't
get the fucking point in my head
that maybe just maybe,
you found all that you are looking for,
in me.
Why do you want me?
Look at what I do.
And how I make you feel.
I am so sorry.
Your car isn't there.
Because I drove you away.
Like usual.
But no matter how hard I try,
I still can't pound the image
into my fucking head
that maybe, just maybe
YOU WANT ME.
JUST ME.
I can't get past thinking
that I have something,
me....... ? I have something
that makes you want to wake up everyday.
You could probably have anyone you wanted,
if you didn't already....
and still you choose........
Why am I crying, why am I crying, you ask?
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
When I told you to get the fuck out,
that I didn't want to be your girl?
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
when I told you that you were a piece of fucking trash,
that you were no good, and you never would be.
You don't think I saw the look in your eyes....
When I slammed the fucking door
screaming I hate your guts while I pulled my hair out.
I keep wandering back to the window,
thinking I might see your car or hear it idle.
But why? why should it be out there?
I am so sorry for being such a fucking cunt.
But something about you,
just won't let me let my guard down around you.
I'm pacing around back and forth.
I don't know what to do.
A little shy of one year....
and I still want to fucking scream
until my vocal chords burn.
And to start my list of
'everything that bothers me about you'
is that fact that I can't get in touch with you
when I want....
When I want to tell you I am sorry I am a cunt.
Because later...
I won't be sorry. And that's my problem.
Nobody can ever get in touch with you.
Where are you going to go?
It's 1.30 in the afternoon.
You can't be at work,
because you probably don't have a job anymore.
For three weeks you didn't show up,
or you were three hours late,
or you'd call and say you were sick
just because you wanted to lay naked in bed
with a girl who could make you cry
with just a look that says 'i hate you' all over.
You can't be at the bar,
because you have no money.
Because you didn't go to work....
You said you weren't going to your mom's.
You'r car isn't going to make it far enough,
to get away from me.
And maybe sometimes,
I wish it would.
Maybe this time it will.
For your benefit.
But just know this time,
I am sorry for being a cunt.
And hurting you.
And doing anything else that
put that look in your eye.
I am so sorry that I just can't
get the fucking point in my head
that maybe just maybe,
you found all that you are looking for,
in me.
Why do you want me?
Look at what I do.
And how I make you feel.
I am so sorry.
