worst week ever.

Aug 04, 2006 13:39

every time i update it's useless because an hour or 2 later i come back and delete the entry. i'm realizing that when i look in the mirror these days it's not to see if i can fix something about my appearance, it's to find out if i know myself. i have a hard time finding words to write that i want to stay on the page long enough.

but when i hear songs like this, i know i don't have to.

watching terrible tv
it kills all thought
getting spacier than
an astronaut
making out with people
i hardly know or like
i can't believe what i do
late at night.
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love.
i'm standing at the gates
i see the beauty above
only when we get to see
the aerial view
will the patterns show
we'll know what to do
i know the last page so well
i can't read the first
so i just don't start
it's getting worse
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
i'm standing at the gates
i see the beauty the above
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
i can't find my way in
i try again and again
i'm on the outside of love
always under or above
i cant find my way in
i try again and again
i'm on the outside of love
always under or above
[must be a different view
to be a me with a you]
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
standing at the gates i see
the beauty above
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
of course i'll be alright
i just had a bad night.

"inside of love", nada surf
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