Pick the flowers from a nearby bush,
The roots still attached.
Write silly messages on my driver's side window of my car with window paint.
Call me at 4 in the morning,
Drunk.
I'll listen.
Show me that quirky grin.
Let me hear your child-like laugh.
Show a side of you that's never been seen,
Your true self.
Show me something dammit.
Do something to let me know you're still alive.
Let me know you still even care,
Even love me.
Hell, just fucking say hi to me.
Look in my eyes for just one second.
On second thought,
No.
Let me wipe my car window off.
Let me throw away the now-dead flowers I never replanted.
Let me turn off my ringer when I go to sleep.
Your kind of love is not the kind of love I need.
Your love is fake.
It never was real.
~Jamison
[ 05 December 2001: Message edited by: *Jamison* ]
The roots still attached.
Write silly messages on my driver's side window of my car with window paint.
Call me at 4 in the morning,
Drunk.
I'll listen.
Show me that quirky grin.
Let me hear your child-like laugh.
Show a side of you that's never been seen,
Your true self.
Show me something dammit.
Do something to let me know you're still alive.
Let me know you still even care,
Even love me.
Hell, just fucking say hi to me.
Look in my eyes for just one second.
On second thought,
No.
Let me wipe my car window off.
Let me throw away the now-dead flowers I never replanted.
Let me turn off my ringer when I go to sleep.
Your kind of love is not the kind of love I need.
Your love is fake.
It never was real.
~Jamison
[ 05 December 2001: Message edited by: *Jamison* ]
