Mar 27, 2006 19:23
handknit swaeters pinned to a wall
and Damien Rice will be all I remember of this year
and even though I can't predict the furture
right now I don't miss you, but I have a feeling I will
so just in case...
turn the music down low
to knock off the evening,so we can set the mood
because I can't let you, let me be the girl of your dreams
games in the park and an infectious laugh will be all you remember of this year
and even thought you can't see through me,
it doesn't mean I'll answer the phone
because I'd rather throw up that hear another person who cares about me
I just have this feeling,
I really have a feeling...
turn the music down
spin me around and show me something new
so I can see that everyone is hurting
and that its not only me
so I'll know my father still knows hes living and please
don't forget to not let you, let me
be the girl of your dreams
my best friends dying, I can't keep her from crying
but sometimes words come out
and flow into sentences that are least expected
but really pay attention because people who are
misleading
dangerous
ashamed
and heated know this is all true
your hand is reaching out to feel and understand something no one has
but please don't touch me, I'm addictive-
I'm so addictive.