iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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And the song that plays now is a song that i related to so many years ago. But, I remembered you laying in my bed a few nights ago saying, 'this song is awesome'.
But you weren't there the first time I heard this song, the first time I felt certain feelings, the first time I said, 'fuck all this shit, nothing goes my way.'
You are here now though, which I hold very highly in my mind, but often wonder what will all of this turn to mean? ..just another girl, just another boy, that hates the world?
When I returned your phone call today and she answered, it did not make me jealous, cause I know you weren't there for her. You were there because you had to be. ...maybe it is her though, maybe I don't care. Would it bother you if I didn't?
It's not the little fucking things that aggrivate me. Not At All.
I staggered home again with my beer in my bag, wondered for a second why you didn't sit down and ask for a drink. But realized it didn't matter, it didn't matter why you weren't there, or why you didn't call. I knew where you were, what you were doing, who you were with, and for once, didn't care.
All I could think about was walking the few blocks to the place I called home and getting there safely, if the cold didn't eat me alive. ...my hands stinging, turned red from the wind.
And I get scared when I go blocks and don't see a single car. I think about one flying around the corner and striking me dead... think about someone jumping around an abandoned building, pull a gun, tell me to give them the lousy 20 dollars I have in my pocket.
could it be that easy? you want my beer, you want my smokes, and a couple of bucks?
Why can't I just want some as insignificant as that?
But you weren't there the first time I heard this song, the first time I felt certain feelings, the first time I said, 'fuck all this shit, nothing goes my way.'
You are here now though, which I hold very highly in my mind, but often wonder what will all of this turn to mean? ..just another girl, just another boy, that hates the world?
When I returned your phone call today and she answered, it did not make me jealous, cause I know you weren't there for her. You were there because you had to be. ...maybe it is her though, maybe I don't care. Would it bother you if I didn't?
It's not the little fucking things that aggrivate me. Not At All.
I staggered home again with my beer in my bag, wondered for a second why you didn't sit down and ask for a drink. But realized it didn't matter, it didn't matter why you weren't there, or why you didn't call. I knew where you were, what you were doing, who you were with, and for once, didn't care.
All I could think about was walking the few blocks to the place I called home and getting there safely, if the cold didn't eat me alive. ...my hands stinging, turned red from the wind.
And I get scared when I go blocks and don't see a single car. I think about one flying around the corner and striking me dead... think about someone jumping around an abandoned building, pull a gun, tell me to give them the lousy 20 dollars I have in my pocket.
could it be that easy? you want my beer, you want my smokes, and a couple of bucks?
Why can't I just want some as insignificant as that?
