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i don't want to be all "ooh, song lyrics", but seriously, this is the best song ever for me right now.
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything
just get me out of here
But you get six months to adapt
and you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but I know that that's impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories
cause I just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
And I give myself three days to feel better or else I
swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff
because if I can't learn to make myself feel better
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
and I scream for the sunlight
or a car to take me anywhere.
just get me passed this dead and eternal snow
cause I swear that I'm dying
Slowly, but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there
and say and lie to me and say and lie to me and say
it's gonna be alright
ok. so thats over with. i forgot what i wanted to write about so i'm just going to wing it.
work has been ok.
church has been amazing.
my friends have been amazing.
i am in love with w.b. yeats. yeah, i know thats weird.
i haven't fallen asleep before sunrise in three days. in fact, i think sleeping is overrated and i wish i never had to do it again.
i've been kind of lonely lately. but whatever. its better than the alternative.
i want to move out. but i can't. and that sucks.
i can't wait to go to poland and get out of this crazy country and actually do something important with myself.
i love bright eyes. and french onion soup. and unsweetend iced tea. and my backyard. and thinking about poland.
spanglish is now one of my favorite movies.
um, i think thats it for now. this is the most i've written in a while. i'm just so bored and untired.
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything
just get me out of here
But you get six months to adapt
and you get two more to leave town
And in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but I know that that's impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories
cause I just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
And I give myself three days to feel better or else I
swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff
because if I can't learn to make myself feel better
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
and I scream for the sunlight
or a car to take me anywhere.
just get me passed this dead and eternal snow
cause I swear that I'm dying
Slowly, but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there
and say and lie to me and say and lie to me and say
it's gonna be alright
ok. so thats over with. i forgot what i wanted to write about so i'm just going to wing it.
work has been ok.
church has been amazing.
my friends have been amazing.
i am in love with w.b. yeats. yeah, i know thats weird.
i haven't fallen asleep before sunrise in three days. in fact, i think sleeping is overrated and i wish i never had to do it again.
i've been kind of lonely lately. but whatever. its better than the alternative.
i want to move out. but i can't. and that sucks.
i can't wait to go to poland and get out of this crazy country and actually do something important with myself.
i love bright eyes. and french onion soup. and unsweetend iced tea. and my backyard. and thinking about poland.
spanglish is now one of my favorite movies.
um, i think thats it for now. this is the most i've written in a while. i'm just so bored and untired.