Your Note.
...I thought about writing it down... and then I thought about just posting it online. And I'll probably end up doing both if you're not still at Seth's when I post this, you melodramatic bitch. ...just kidding... Well, yeah...kidding...
It's a bit late... I can't sleep. I'm really tired. I'd like to sleep, in all actuality. I simply can't. I've got too much racing in my head to be able to sleep, sadly. I hate it. I despise it. I'm too busy counting my curses (pun on the christians that say "count your blessings") to be able to sleep. And, I try to count my blessings, and I remember, anything that might've appeared to be blessed at once, I ended up fucking up quite well. So, everything becomes void, and I return to where I was: counting my curses.
All right, so I'm counting you, first as a blessing, then as a curse. Because, hell, you're both. I'm sure the problem of not being able to sleep because I'm thinking about you isn't mutual. I'll try and pretend it is. ...I can't even convince myself I'm an average musician, how could I convince myself of that? If I were at all secure in my skin and my life, I'd sleep well. Fall asleep quickly... I'd be beyond happy. Security isn't really what I get to have, though. Because I, apparantly, suck at life. Fuck. How can you stop the sand from falling through the sift? ... you can't. Fucked.
Songs, from me to you;
The Beatles / Lennon.McCartney
Good Day, Sunshine - Revolver
Good day, sunshine.
Good day, sunshine.
Good day, sunshine...
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground...
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Then we lie beneath the shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she knows she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, Sunshine.
The Beatles / Lennon.McCartney
For No One - Revolver
the day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you.
She wakes up, she makes up, she takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry,
She no longer needs you.
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
You want her, you need her, and yet you don't believe her
When she says her love is dead, you think she needs you
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone, she doesn't need him
The day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head, you won't forget her
And in her eyes, you see nothing
no sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one, a love that should have lated years
It's a bit late... I can't sleep. I'm really tired. I'd like to sleep, in all actuality. I simply can't. I've got too much racing in my head to be able to sleep, sadly. I hate it. I despise it. I'm too busy counting my curses (pun on the christians that say "count your blessings") to be able to sleep. And, I try to count my blessings, and I remember, anything that might've appeared to be blessed at once, I ended up fucking up quite well. So, everything becomes void, and I return to where I was: counting my curses.
All right, so I'm counting you, first as a blessing, then as a curse. Because, hell, you're both. I'm sure the problem of not being able to sleep because I'm thinking about you isn't mutual. I'll try and pretend it is. ...I can't even convince myself I'm an average musician, how could I convince myself of that? If I were at all secure in my skin and my life, I'd sleep well. Fall asleep quickly... I'd be beyond happy. Security isn't really what I get to have, though. Because I, apparantly, suck at life. Fuck. How can you stop the sand from falling through the sift? ... you can't. Fucked.
Songs, from me to you;
The Beatles / Lennon.McCartney
Good Day, Sunshine - Revolver
Good day, sunshine.
Good day, sunshine.
Good day, sunshine...
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground...
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Then we lie beneath the shady tree
I love her and she's loving me
She feels good, she knows she's looking fine
I'm so proud to know that she is mine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, sunshine
Good day, Sunshine.
The Beatles / Lennon.McCartney
For No One - Revolver
the day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you.
She wakes up, she makes up, she takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry,
She no longer needs you.
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
You want her, you need her, and yet you don't believe her
When she says her love is dead, you think she needs you
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years
You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone, she doesn't need him
The day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head, you won't forget her
And in her eyes, you see nothing
no sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one, a love that should have lated years