iLoveYouWithaKnife
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You realize yesterday when he says
"I am moving back home"
he is not going to return.
And that instant you figure out
all your unhappiness
is created by your unrealistic notions.
What would ever give you the idea
that he would leave his girlfriend?
He is driving around with a
smashed windshield because
the strong emotions of falling
for someone instead of just fucking them
were made apparent to him
with the help of a half fifth of vodka.
And all the bruises on your arms and legs-
from falling down when you were drunk-
And all the scratches on your feet-
from running around in the woods-
will all disappear eventually.
Just as quickly....
as Sunday will be here.
And he'll be gone.
You are going to have to remember
what it is like going to sleep
every night, alone again.
And the phone calls will stop
because there will be nothing
left to say.
You try to convince yourself
that he'll forget about you
so it makes it easier.
But you start to think...
What if.
He will go home to a girl
who tried to call you,
when she saw your number
dialed a million times
on his cell phone bill.
He will go back to living
with the lifelessness
and loneliness that he
described to you so clearly.
It's been so long,
and he doesn't know
how to leave.
And you believe him-
because you've been
in that same exact
situation before.
And as you try not to
remember the unhappiness-
you reinvision driving down
the country road
where lyrics like these
blared from the stereo
Take me to another place, she said
Take me to another time
Run with me across the oceans
Float me on a silver cloud
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would, and I'd take you now.
Which made that night
end so bittersweet.
You realize that you
don't know how
to go back to that boring
fucked up life you lead
before he walked into
yours leaving an impression.
And every night you fall
asleep in your room
you will be haunted with
the memories of sleeping
under the stars with him-
or in his mother's garage-
or in your car.
No matter where you went
you both said that
there was no other place
you'd rather be.
...you just can't figure out
how to stay there.
"I am moving back home"
he is not going to return.
And that instant you figure out
all your unhappiness
is created by your unrealistic notions.
What would ever give you the idea
that he would leave his girlfriend?
He is driving around with a
smashed windshield because
the strong emotions of falling
for someone instead of just fucking them
were made apparent to him
with the help of a half fifth of vodka.
And all the bruises on your arms and legs-
from falling down when you were drunk-
And all the scratches on your feet-
from running around in the woods-
will all disappear eventually.
Just as quickly....
as Sunday will be here.
And he'll be gone.
You are going to have to remember
what it is like going to sleep
every night, alone again.
And the phone calls will stop
because there will be nothing
left to say.
You try to convince yourself
that he'll forget about you
so it makes it easier.
But you start to think...
What if.
He will go home to a girl
who tried to call you,
when she saw your number
dialed a million times
on his cell phone bill.
He will go back to living
with the lifelessness
and loneliness that he
described to you so clearly.
It's been so long,
and he doesn't know
how to leave.
And you believe him-
because you've been
in that same exact
situation before.
And as you try not to
remember the unhappiness-
you reinvision driving down
the country road
where lyrics like these
blared from the stereo
Take me to another place, she said
Take me to another time
Run with me across the oceans
Float me on a silver cloud
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would, and I'd take you now.
Which made that night
end so bittersweet.
You realize that you
don't know how
to go back to that boring
fucked up life you lead
before he walked into
yours leaving an impression.
And every night you fall
asleep in your room
you will be haunted with
the memories of sleeping
under the stars with him-
or in his mother's garage-
or in your car.
No matter where you went
you both said that
there was no other place
you'd rather be.
...you just can't figure out
how to stay there.
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