iLoveYouWithaKnife
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- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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I just wanted to go home last night
and write out my anger,
that I have on this world.
I wanted to get out all my frustrations & sorrows
that I see everyday
when i meet another one of my father's friends.
I wanted to go home last night
and write about
how unfair it is
That I meet these old guys smelling like whisky
telling me stories,
about driving cross-country........... with my daddy.
I wanted to write about how unfair it was
that i had to know my father,
day by day as my childhood was being stripped away-
As he was telling me
@ age 10 years old to make him another drink,
another bloody mary, another 7 & 7, or grab another beer.
I wanted to go home ALONE last night
and perhaps stand in the street and scream
to whomever could hear me-
about how unfair this fucking life is-
But instead I stood screaming at you.
Asking you why you drove back here AGAIN
after you just dropped me off
I wanted to be alone
and yes, when you first drove back &
my 'sister' let you in,
you came in to my room and i was laying in bed.
watching a movie, told you to put on your jammies.
and lay down next to me.
then i asked you to leave.
I really just wanted to be alone last night-
It had nothing to do with you.
But you pushed it way too far.
started a fight with me- for what?
cause I wanted to be alone?
And instead of waking of this morning and wanting to call you
first thing
before i did anything
i'm left with these scenes, of last night
you calling 18 times.
driving back and forth
waiting for me to come on my porch
and ask you what the fuck you are doing here AGAIN.
and after telling you to please go home-
and respect my family, drive away nicely
you reve your engine and speed away
call me again when you get home.
wake my family again with the phone
as it echoes throughout my house
thanks for that.
I thought I asked you to leave nicely.
call me in the morning.
and today- I don't even really feel like calling you
have nothing to say, not a damned thing.
think about calling me??
I don't care, i'm done bickering over stupid shit.
Come to work early again today to have a beer
read the paper-
brett andrew playing tonight
might check him out.
Amy- I thought of you.
It's a little after 5 and i'm writing on a paper bag
few hours til i get off work.
and go home alone tonight.
and think about this life.
that we are thrown into
and this day by day routine
that we are left to change........
......... only if we want to.
and write out my anger,
that I have on this world.
I wanted to get out all my frustrations & sorrows
that I see everyday
when i meet another one of my father's friends.
I wanted to go home last night
and write about
how unfair it is
That I meet these old guys smelling like whisky
telling me stories,
about driving cross-country........... with my daddy.
I wanted to write about how unfair it was
that i had to know my father,
day by day as my childhood was being stripped away-
As he was telling me
@ age 10 years old to make him another drink,
another bloody mary, another 7 & 7, or grab another beer.
I wanted to go home ALONE last night
and perhaps stand in the street and scream
to whomever could hear me-
about how unfair this fucking life is-
But instead I stood screaming at you.
Asking you why you drove back here AGAIN
after you just dropped me off
I wanted to be alone
and yes, when you first drove back &
my 'sister' let you in,
you came in to my room and i was laying in bed.
watching a movie, told you to put on your jammies.
and lay down next to me.
then i asked you to leave.
I really just wanted to be alone last night-
It had nothing to do with you.
But you pushed it way too far.
started a fight with me- for what?
cause I wanted to be alone?
And instead of waking of this morning and wanting to call you
first thing
before i did anything
i'm left with these scenes, of last night
you calling 18 times.
driving back and forth
waiting for me to come on my porch
and ask you what the fuck you are doing here AGAIN.
and after telling you to please go home-
and respect my family, drive away nicely
you reve your engine and speed away
call me again when you get home.
wake my family again with the phone
as it echoes throughout my house
thanks for that.
I thought I asked you to leave nicely.
call me in the morning.
and today- I don't even really feel like calling you
have nothing to say, not a damned thing.
think about calling me??
I don't care, i'm done bickering over stupid shit.
Come to work early again today to have a beer
read the paper-
brett andrew playing tonight
might check him out.
Amy- I thought of you.
It's a little after 5 and i'm writing on a paper bag
few hours til i get off work.
and go home alone tonight.
and think about this life.
that we are thrown into
and this day by day routine
that we are left to change........
......... only if we want to.
