iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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There has always been this feeling
that I would get inside
everytime I would be around you,
after you left me standing
in Saratoga Springs last summer...
letting me watch you walk away
with the girl who just kept
fucking you up more and more.
It was a feeling of angst
and hate, and mostly
a feeling that I couldn't get rid of
no matter how hard I tried.
The feeling that you fucked me over
and no matter how much I wanted
to fucking hate your guts,
I wanted you to hold my hand
at the same time.
I wanted you to parade me
around, side by side with you
and let everyone know
that you made me feel
better inside
than any drug I could consume
at once, or all together.
And standing over the balcony
the other night
and seeing you next to me,
I just had to tell you that
I felt better to be around you
since the last time we were
together at the festival
six weeks ago.
That night something on the hill
changed, and I felt this energy.
You told me that you were sorry,
for everything that you had done.
And in that instance, right there,
made up for it all.
Right there erased months and months
of hate I had for you, even though
I still wanted you more than anything.
Right there took away all of the bad
things, and when you looked at me
with those eyes you looked at me
with last year, I fell for you all over again.
Walking through Philadelphia,
fucked out of my mind,
I felt like I had a place in the world.
But maybe I just felt like
I had found a place,
just by you holding my hand.
And you could turn around
and leave again tomorrow.
And I wouldn't hold it against you.
Because we always have that one
person we fall back to.
And for you.... it's her.
But I would sacrafice anything
to feel what you do to me,
how you make me feel inside
for a few short hours, or days.
I'll take whatever time I could get.
Because noone has made me
have such intense feelings.
Ever.
that I would get inside
everytime I would be around you,
after you left me standing
in Saratoga Springs last summer...
letting me watch you walk away
with the girl who just kept
fucking you up more and more.
It was a feeling of angst
and hate, and mostly
a feeling that I couldn't get rid of
no matter how hard I tried.
The feeling that you fucked me over
and no matter how much I wanted
to fucking hate your guts,
I wanted you to hold my hand
at the same time.
I wanted you to parade me
around, side by side with you
and let everyone know
that you made me feel
better inside
than any drug I could consume
at once, or all together.
And standing over the balcony
the other night
and seeing you next to me,
I just had to tell you that
I felt better to be around you
since the last time we were
together at the festival
six weeks ago.
That night something on the hill
changed, and I felt this energy.
You told me that you were sorry,
for everything that you had done.
And in that instance, right there,
made up for it all.
Right there erased months and months
of hate I had for you, even though
I still wanted you more than anything.
Right there took away all of the bad
things, and when you looked at me
with those eyes you looked at me
with last year, I fell for you all over again.
Walking through Philadelphia,
fucked out of my mind,
I felt like I had a place in the world.
But maybe I just felt like
I had found a place,
just by you holding my hand.
And you could turn around
and leave again tomorrow.
And I wouldn't hold it against you.
Because we always have that one
person we fall back to.
And for you.... it's her.
But I would sacrafice anything
to feel what you do to me,
how you make me feel inside
for a few short hours, or days.
I'll take whatever time I could get.
Because noone has made me
have such intense feelings.
Ever.
