iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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Yesterday when I sat down
in front of this screen
I didn't expect to see or read
the words that were left for me
from the boy who I would have
given my life to,
if he asked.
I wanted to tell him
in person,
that I was proud of him
for enrolling in school.
So I got in my car
and drove to his work.
But I got to the gas station
next door to him-
and turned around.
But before I pulled out,
I turned around again.
...screeching the tires,
pulling into the lot.
We chatted nervously
for a bit.
I told him I had an interview with
the newspaper in the morning.
He reassured me
that I had nothing to worry about.
So, we went out
later in the evening for drinks.
And there wasn't any talk of
"i didn't this to you, you did this to me."
It was just us two,
shooting darts- playing pool.
At one point, I think
I distracted his game.
When I was wiping away
a tear that started to fall.
I'm not quite sure-
But I think it made me sad
to see him standing there,
Knowing that all I ever wanted to do
was take care of him and prove
that not all girls are fucking evil.
But I proved that wrong
in the last alcoholic stupor
we called two years of love.
He drove me to my car
at two when all the bars
had shut off the lights
and sent everyone off for the night.
I held his hand
and told him again,
how scared I was
about this interview.
He asked me to have breakfast
with him afterwards,
handing me a ring of keys
to his mom's home.
In the morning I'll be alone,
just come in and wake me up.
I refused to take the keys.
I got in my car
and blarred the stereo
and the first 40 some seconds
of this song fit so well.
I know it's dark here
You know that I'm scared too
For some reason right now
Of everything but you
Right now you're all that I recgonize
You know I came here
When I needed your support
I needed to hear something...
I went to his house
this morning,
I walked up to his room-
told him I wasn't hungry
and that I was going home.
"How'd the interview go?"
"I fucking blew it,
but what else is new.
I'm going to run home and change
I"ll meet you at ten if you still want to."
I thanked him for the food
I didn't eat, anyway,
as he went to go pay.
I thanked him for the CD
that he had made for me,
last night.
We went for a drive-
1/2 hour later
I dropped him back off
at his car-
I drove to work.
A professional drunk
is all I'll ever be.
Professional media
isn't for me.
Who wants to take
photographs of
little kids with bowling tropies-
or girl scouts with girl scout cookies,
anyway.
I'll sit here and drink the day away.
in front of this screen
I didn't expect to see or read
the words that were left for me
from the boy who I would have
given my life to,
if he asked.
I wanted to tell him
in person,
that I was proud of him
for enrolling in school.
So I got in my car
and drove to his work.
But I got to the gas station
next door to him-
and turned around.
But before I pulled out,
I turned around again.
...screeching the tires,
pulling into the lot.
We chatted nervously
for a bit.
I told him I had an interview with
the newspaper in the morning.
He reassured me
that I had nothing to worry about.
So, we went out
later in the evening for drinks.
And there wasn't any talk of
"i didn't this to you, you did this to me."
It was just us two,
shooting darts- playing pool.
At one point, I think
I distracted his game.
When I was wiping away
a tear that started to fall.
I'm not quite sure-
But I think it made me sad
to see him standing there,
Knowing that all I ever wanted to do
was take care of him and prove
that not all girls are fucking evil.
But I proved that wrong
in the last alcoholic stupor
we called two years of love.
He drove me to my car
at two when all the bars
had shut off the lights
and sent everyone off for the night.
I held his hand
and told him again,
how scared I was
about this interview.
He asked me to have breakfast
with him afterwards,
handing me a ring of keys
to his mom's home.
In the morning I'll be alone,
just come in and wake me up.
I refused to take the keys.
I got in my car
and blarred the stereo
and the first 40 some seconds
of this song fit so well.
I know it's dark here
You know that I'm scared too
For some reason right now
Of everything but you
Right now you're all that I recgonize
You know I came here
When I needed your support
I needed to hear something...
I went to his house
this morning,
I walked up to his room-
told him I wasn't hungry
and that I was going home.
"How'd the interview go?"
"I fucking blew it,
but what else is new.
I'm going to run home and change
I"ll meet you at ten if you still want to."
I thanked him for the food
I didn't eat, anyway,
as he went to go pay.
I thanked him for the CD
that he had made for me,
last night.
We went for a drive-
1/2 hour later
I dropped him back off
at his car-
I drove to work.
A professional drunk
is all I'll ever be.
Professional media
isn't for me.
Who wants to take
photographs of
little kids with bowling tropies-
or girl scouts with girl scout cookies,
anyway.
I'll sit here and drink the day away.
At least that's somewhat healthy, well compared to drinking!