Who gets it?
I have the best job in the world. I am a friend, but sometimes it is the hardest job too. I mean, sometimes I dont know what to say, and even if I do, how do I say it? I never have the answer to this question, so I will stick to honesty. That works right? I feel like sitting on a porch swing, smoking a pack of marlboros and thinking. Why? I have no idea. I have nothing better to do than think. I wish that things were easy, I could tell you exactly what to do and you would do it, no heartbreak, no tears... but that wont happen. Think about yourself, you still havent answered the question, what do you need? I wish both of you would step back and be selfish, what do you need?
Wow, memories, two girls sit in a cloud of smoke, sappy music, tears, sentimental, tell me about yourself, even though i know more about you than you do. Tell me about your problems, your thoughts, I will save mine for later. You come first at these times. Fatty fries, unfinished, our conversation tore me away from them and i even forgot they were there. Do you find it weird that the songs followed our talk? Was someone listening and trying to make us feel stupid? Well, it didnt work, i felt fine, there is nothing strange about two girls lost in a parallel in a fast food joint, smoking until they couldnt see each other, nothing unusual about her crying. out come two more, its like noah's ark in my purse, its so natural though. I write this and I can feel the picture that we took yesterday, well, we didnt really take it, we made it. Alright, lets go somewhere else. I even looked to make sure that the can was there, i made up my mind that i would not piss off any of the workers who so kindly havent kicked us out of our hang out. Where are you going and why did you just pick that up? No, ofcourse I dont mind if you smash it, hope it made you feel even better. Its so simple. Thats my job, to get it, ofcourse i get it. Could anyone else do this job like I can? i sure as hell hope not. Not everyone can just get it and not ask why.
Wow, memories, two girls sit in a cloud of smoke, sappy music, tears, sentimental, tell me about yourself, even though i know more about you than you do. Tell me about your problems, your thoughts, I will save mine for later. You come first at these times. Fatty fries, unfinished, our conversation tore me away from them and i even forgot they were there. Do you find it weird that the songs followed our talk? Was someone listening and trying to make us feel stupid? Well, it didnt work, i felt fine, there is nothing strange about two girls lost in a parallel in a fast food joint, smoking until they couldnt see each other, nothing unusual about her crying. out come two more, its like noah's ark in my purse, its so natural though. I write this and I can feel the picture that we took yesterday, well, we didnt really take it, we made it. Alright, lets go somewhere else. I even looked to make sure that the can was there, i made up my mind that i would not piss off any of the workers who so kindly havent kicked us out of our hang out. Where are you going and why did you just pick that up? No, ofcourse I dont mind if you smash it, hope it made you feel even better. Its so simple. Thats my job, to get it, ofcourse i get it. Could anyone else do this job like I can? i sure as hell hope not. Not everyone can just get it and not ask why.