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"i can remember the night you stayed up late with my friends
you cooked the dinner and did the dishes and made all the beds
you drank and sang and put your arms around them
i pulled you into the other room"
-the red river
no one on earth has ever felt the kind of love i did when i was standing there with my drink on the dancefloor, looking at my friends and really feelin' that shit.
that's the truth, the daily life that i've been living has been full of the good stuff, and boy, do i know it. but i gotta say there's been some dark tenor hovering around and i can't shake it. i've been having bad dreams and i wake up brooding. i've adopted the rule "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" and recently had a life changing revelation about the invitation of intimacy through information, opinion and time. i've heard it said more than once that you really gotta start to worry when people stop yelling at you, and they stop telling it to you straight and hurting your feelings a little bit and giving you their advice when you don't want it. i guess what i mean is that lately one part of me is steadfast, one part is brutal and the other part doesn't care. what is my responsibility here? and shit, when will i stop thinking about it?
you cooked the dinner and did the dishes and made all the beds
you drank and sang and put your arms around them
i pulled you into the other room"
-the red river
no one on earth has ever felt the kind of love i did when i was standing there with my drink on the dancefloor, looking at my friends and really feelin' that shit.
that's the truth, the daily life that i've been living has been full of the good stuff, and boy, do i know it. but i gotta say there's been some dark tenor hovering around and i can't shake it. i've been having bad dreams and i wake up brooding. i've adopted the rule "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" and recently had a life changing revelation about the invitation of intimacy through information, opinion and time. i've heard it said more than once that you really gotta start to worry when people stop yelling at you, and they stop telling it to you straight and hurting your feelings a little bit and giving you their advice when you don't want it. i guess what i mean is that lately one part of me is steadfast, one part is brutal and the other part doesn't care. what is my responsibility here? and shit, when will i stop thinking about it?