If love is a labor I'll slave till the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
That's pretty much true for me...I just heard it in one of my favorite rise against songs. Anyway, I'll post the lyrics to it later. I'm going home tonight! My armory will be arriving in a few days and I'll be starting fires with my new zippos by saturday! (I hope). Anyway, went to dinner with lexis, lysha and lizebeth...(leave out the beginning letters of each of their names). Anyway, some funny times. Came out of there with three new quotes for facebook. Lysha go hit a flying ice cube from the mexican ninja. I'm liking the walks to and from DUC (downing university center) more and more now as the nights get colder. It gives me a lot of time to think. Although it may not always be a good thing...I determine things they may not be true. I plan things for events that have yet to happen... which is good if said events do happen...but twice as crushing if they don't. Ugh, no matter what the temperature there are still throngs of LOUD black people right under my window talking about nothing...well something, just nothing coherent. It keeps me up and makes me write stuff about it. Something was missing today...I thought it was normal day and everything but...it wasn't something didn't happen and it threw it all out of whack. I have an idea what...I said only one thing to Liz today. One sentence and that's it, wanted to say more but she was studying and I wasn't about to get in the way. Kind of odd that not talking to her would affect my whole day but it did...I'm kind of happy it did too. I noticed too, when I get excited/hyper/really happy, when I'm typing I'll tend to leave words out completely...but yeah..that's all I have on my mind at the moment. Ok here are those lyrics I promised
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away [x4]
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away [x4]