iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
It is nothing new when
you find yourself waking up
on your front porch,
missing a shoe.
You have to call the police
station to find out where
your car was impounded.
And you have 45 minutes
to be at work.
It's just another
tequila sunrise.
I didn't wake up like
that the other day though.
I woke up with him whispering
what time is it?
There was a little part of me
that was hoping he would
have left while
I was still sound asleep
because to be honest with you,
I really didn't want to
get out of bed.
He wasn't suppose to
curl up next to me on
the couch, all fucking cute like,
and hold my hand,
right after all the drugs
made him tell me about
he past relations
and his baby girl.
He seemed so
goddamn fucking vulnerable.
And in the morning
when he was collecting
all of his belongs
that somehow ended up
on my bedroom floor,
and he told me he was
going to call me later...
I wanted to believe that
he was lying.
He was suppose to turn
out as the kid I hung
out with one night.
The one where I would
find myself
pining over him.
I always find myself
pining over all the
fucking asshole who
fuck me over.
And I really thought
he fell under
this catergory.
A few minutes after midnight
he called to check what
I was doing the next night.
This isn't how this is
suppose to work.
I thought I was
suppose to sit around
wondering if my drunk
out-of-line mouth
said something
I should have kept
to myself.
The guy is suppose
to be disgusted
that I have to go
to the bar before work
to loosen up,
and make myself
more personable.
He isn't to have these
precieved notions
that I'm a really
nice girl.
And even though
it's never really
about myself
I put on a front,
too make it seem
like nothing bothers me.
And to tell you the truth-
I really don't know
if I care too much
or not at all.
I don't know who
I am anymore-
and he isn't what I thought.
you find yourself waking up
on your front porch,
missing a shoe.
You have to call the police
station to find out where
your car was impounded.
And you have 45 minutes
to be at work.
It's just another
tequila sunrise.
I didn't wake up like
that the other day though.
I woke up with him whispering
what time is it?
There was a little part of me
that was hoping he would
have left while
I was still sound asleep
because to be honest with you,
I really didn't want to
get out of bed.
He wasn't suppose to
curl up next to me on
the couch, all fucking cute like,
and hold my hand,
right after all the drugs
made him tell me about
he past relations
and his baby girl.
He seemed so
goddamn fucking vulnerable.
And in the morning
when he was collecting
all of his belongs
that somehow ended up
on my bedroom floor,
and he told me he was
going to call me later...
I wanted to believe that
he was lying.
He was suppose to turn
out as the kid I hung
out with one night.
The one where I would
find myself
pining over him.
I always find myself
pining over all the
fucking asshole who
fuck me over.
And I really thought
he fell under
this catergory.
A few minutes after midnight
he called to check what
I was doing the next night.
This isn't how this is
suppose to work.
I thought I was
suppose to sit around
wondering if my drunk
out-of-line mouth
said something
I should have kept
to myself.
The guy is suppose
to be disgusted
that I have to go
to the bar before work
to loosen up,
and make myself
more personable.
He isn't to have these
precieved notions
that I'm a really
nice girl.
And even though
it's never really
about myself
I put on a front,
too make it seem
like nothing bothers me.
And to tell you the truth-
I really don't know
if I care too much
or not at all.
I don't know who
I am anymore-
and he isn't what I thought.
