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Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
How can you know it, if you don't even try
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
That's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life
That you don't want me there by your side
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
How can you know when you don't even try
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Going riding around at 6 in the morning provides a lot of time to think.
Yesterday seemed a bit non-stop, no time to think, except for this little bit where I crossed the Kohls parking-lot, walking in the rain, smoking a cigarette, and it was beautiful.
I love a solitary sort of melancholy beauty, and I forget how brilliant it can be sometimes.
I drove to her house this morning.
I don't know why.
I just ended up there.
God, I wish she was in that house. That I could ring the door bell, and I'd be greeted by her cute glasses wearing early morning persona. She's especially cute in the mornings.
Daniel Hilton came down yesterday, some would say it was a 'hoot', I believe. He's a funny man. I'm afraid I might have scared him, a bit, though. Consisted of loud screamy music, driving fast, and several seconds of lost traction in the kohl's parkinglot. And then he joined our secret society, and drew a whale. Our whale. One fucking kick-ass whale, with a football helmet, and a crane, and baskets, and a hand-brake, and small huts, and a big spike, and...and...
Sorry, I'm done now.
Oh yeah,
Happy Birthday, Stefonie.
ummm....
asdl;fkjasd;flkj.
I miss my girlfriend, it's the 4th, and I haven't slept all night.
Sleep now.
Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
How can you know it, if you don't even try
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
That's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life
That you don't want me there by your side
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
How can you know when you don't even try
Ooh ooh-ooh, that's right
Going riding around at 6 in the morning provides a lot of time to think.
Yesterday seemed a bit non-stop, no time to think, except for this little bit where I crossed the Kohls parking-lot, walking in the rain, smoking a cigarette, and it was beautiful.
I love a solitary sort of melancholy beauty, and I forget how brilliant it can be sometimes.
I drove to her house this morning.
I don't know why.
I just ended up there.
God, I wish she was in that house. That I could ring the door bell, and I'd be greeted by her cute glasses wearing early morning persona. She's especially cute in the mornings.
Daniel Hilton came down yesterday, some would say it was a 'hoot', I believe. He's a funny man. I'm afraid I might have scared him, a bit, though. Consisted of loud screamy music, driving fast, and several seconds of lost traction in the kohl's parkinglot. And then he joined our secret society, and drew a whale. Our whale. One fucking kick-ass whale, with a football helmet, and a crane, and baskets, and a hand-brake, and small huts, and a big spike, and...and...
Sorry, I'm done now.
Oh yeah,
Happy Birthday, Stefonie.
ummm....
asdl;fkjasd;flkj.
I miss my girlfriend, it's the 4th, and I haven't slept all night.
Sleep now.