I heard it from a friend who, said you've been messing around.
Why do I keep having such "real" dreams.
I wish that I could just get the whole, situation, out of my head.
But even when I sleep I tend to think about it.
I'm really not heartbroken about being single again.
I'm really upset that he's being such a douche bag about it.
But hey, a guy, is a guy, even though I thought he was different.
I always think they are different.
But it seems like he was more, I don't know, forget it.
The whole situation is tragic irony, as Hammertime would put it.
Why am I talking about my english teacher?
Sick.
Me and him got into an argument yesterday.
About bush, the war, and the troops.
He should really shut his mouth sometimes.
But at least I spoke up.
Uhm, I have a really bad headache and my stomach hurts.
I wasn't going to come to school anyways cause I'm an idiot and won't get a rennisance card, which makes me feel like a low life.
But, I really am sick.
But, my mom will still let me go to Rocky Horror.
Or else.
My grandpa's neiece is comming to town tomorrow.
Weird! I don't know anyone from my grandpa's family.
All three of his sisters are dead, and obvioulsy his mom and dad are too.
But his neice hasn't been here in what, 15 years, so it'll be fun.
I guess 'Topher's co-workers played a joke on him yesterday and hung clowns everywhere.
He hates clowns.
I'm thinking up a good idea what I can do too.
Everything is gonna be alright.
I wish you were in my life.
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This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking about what I've given up
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of
I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
I'm retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
A can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you, you, you
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'll conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of
And where are you now?
(And where are you now?)
And where are you now?
(And where are you now?)
And this is my mixed tape for him
It's like I wrote every note with my own fingers