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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:12 pm
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Sorry? [[a song--just finished!]] Sunday July 27, 2008-Sunday, September 7, 2008
Seventh grade Supposed "love" letters, secret notes Written on blue folded up paper Into origami. A cootie catcher, in those days. No I will not dance with you, Please don't take it too hard. It's not you I swear it's me! Really I wasn't even plannng on going.
And anyway why did all of your friends ask me? I imagined him to think. Everyone you knew but you came at me With the same juvenile question But my answer remains the same I'm sorry, not knowing what else to say.
What happened to all of my childhood? Where did innocent youth go? I look back upon my past My God, what have I done? I think I'm sorry. What have I become? What left is there to say but sorry When all that time was never enough?
Next year I somehow won before I lost Lined paper, now weathered soft and gray, Graphite smeared on both sides. A first note fit for a couple And that slowly we became From coaxing on both sides Will you go out with me please? With parental permission we did.
I went to his house and we carved pumpkins And played Jenga a little while We went to the movies and we Sat next to his parents January we broke up He said we didn't do enough
For the next long year I would write notes That would never see their subject Hidden pieces of nostalgia Hiding in my school notebooks, oh... Just out of reach Just out of reach Of reading And feeling And knowing the truth The untold truth Although you would never really care, now would you?
What happened to all of my childhood? Where did innocent youth go? I look back upon my past My God, what have I done? I think I'm sorry! I really swear I do! What left is there to say but sorry? When all the time is gone? I think I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry I really am, I hope you know. All you could really say was sorry And walk away.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:43 pm
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Days Like These [[a song...unfinished...much more upbeat than the previous two...Monday, September 8, 2008 Finished Thursday, Dec. 4, 2008]]
I swear I do not have a crush on you Oh no-o-oh I don't. I'm still not over number one...or two or whichever he is I just think you're cute Just think you're cute, I like the way your curls fall on your eyes. But I can't see me kissing you Not kissing you No no no.
Tracked you down in Photography today I can still flirt if I don't like you, right? Playful jibes, sarcastic remarks That's the way I do things
Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh[[lol]] Oh woah ah oh. Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh woah ah oh
I saw the "other" crush when I was walking home from school And I realized a lot of the spark had disappeared His hair looks worse now, so much less cute than last year And your humor's better anyway
It's days like these when I realize That I'm over him I'm over him It's days like these when I realize I like you yes I really do, oh Crush! Crush...crush crush[[no it is not sung like Paramore's song!]]
I smiled real big in Math today When a girl asked me who I liked I had to write it down, you're not supposed to know yet No not just yet. But you'll know soon Oh yes you will, sometime around Homecoming I can see us giggling Us giggling Like a couple should
I can see us holding hands And walking down the halls to lunch together Only to part when we each meet our friends We'll still be in each other's hearts.
Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh woah ah oh Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh woah ah oh
But I guess you have a girlfriend And I can't be with you But I don't really care, 'Cause you're just a crush
It's days like these when I realize That I'm over him I'm over him It's days like these when I realize I like you yes I really do, oh Crush! Crush...crush crush
But I don't really like you 'cause your just my... Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh woah ah oh Oh woah oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh woah ah oh
No I don't really care because you're just my crush.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 3:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:37 pm
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[[mmmkay...so as keeping with the theme and stereotype of sappy weird love songs...this one's about a guy that I liked, then I thought I was over, then liked, and thought I was over...and so now I've decided there's no getting over him. HOW SAAAAD! lol...]]
Why can't I have you? If no one else wants you? You know I wanted you; Do you know still? Every day I Watch in the hallway For you to come Walking up to me.
And I know it's sad, And I know no one else can see why, And I know this sounds more than a little desperate, Without you I wouldn't die, But if you did I might.
Two pieces of a puzzle That look like they should fit But they don't And everyone but me can understand that Two pieces of a puzzle That look like they should fit But they don't And you think I would know better Than to try and make them.
There is just one thing That I need answered One thing that stands out Among the rest And it is simply, "What in the hell was I ever thinking To think you could be mine?"
And I know it's sad, And I know no one else can see why, And I know this sounds more than a little desperate, Without you I wouldn't die, But if you did I might.
Two pieces of a puzzle That look like they should fit But they don't And everyone but me can understand that Two pieces of a puzzle That look like they should fit But they don't And you think I would know better Than to try and make them.
Words, they slip past me, They slip past my lips, and Slip past my fingers, Slip past my ears. Yeah, sure, I can hear them
gr unfinished...
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