I miss waking up next to someone and telling them that their breath smells...
In a pile of unpaid bills
There’s a letter sent from Philadelphia
In a familiar hand.
She hasn't opened it just yet
There’s no telling what is says
Oh darling please, I’m down on one knee
So why? Can’t I be him, that guy in all your dreams?
The one with all those qualities, impossible to achieve
That man you thought I'd be
So flawless, so honest, that could never be me
Well that ain't me
There's some flowers on her desk,
Doesn't he know how embarrassed she gets, receiving gifts
She hasn't opened up her card
The bouquet it says it all, daffodils with baby’s breathe
The same bouquet she caught on their first date
That night he was a king
He flew in town for business and ended up at the wedding
They shared life stories, between drinks
She loved him so quickly, and left him just the same
Yeah, he’s still the same, he’s still the same
No, he’s nothing new, but he hasn’t changed
Always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down
Always a bridesmaid, she dropped her bouquet on the ground
They snuck out for a cigarette
She said “Maybe it’s the whiskey sours, but I think this could be it
If you ask me, here and now,
I think, no I know, I could make those wedding vows,
We could sneak off in the night, and
I could be the bride
I could be the bride
Alright, I could be the Bride
I could be the Bride
simply because I am a wonderful guy who attracts guys who don't like to obtain 'too-close' relationships.
eh, enough ego patting. so, Joe e-mailed me and I finally got around to reading it, very sweet stuff and it boderlines on a lot of things. I like it, so far, I'm in a bit of a 'fuck-buddy' relationship which is too familiar territory but then there's something different about the whole situation. I mean, yeah, I like him and no I don't. I don't really understand any of this.
So, basically, I feel that I've contracted this whole defense type of mechanism, so in case that Joe does decide that he doesn't want to see me anymore then it won't so much a jab than a poke. I don't know, I used to get sad whenever he'd tell me some things which would always make me angry and then I'd find myself with some other guy trying to piss him off. All I did really was piss of Eldridge and whatever.
I hate the guys that like me. I hate them. They're so introverted and lame.
I don't want a relationship under the guise of friendship anymore, I want that whole scene, the one where you wake up in the same bed and brush your teeth in the same mirror. The one where you share shampoo. I totally miss that. I want it again, and I know it's been ages since my last serious relationship but I think I'm ready, I think I'm less self indulgent than I was before enough to say "I really care about you, and I love you" to someone else.
Okay, that's just scary, that's my favorite line. "You could drink whole if you wanted..."
There’s a letter sent from Philadelphia
In a familiar hand.
She hasn't opened it just yet
There’s no telling what is says
Oh darling please, I’m down on one knee
So why? Can’t I be him, that guy in all your dreams?
The one with all those qualities, impossible to achieve
That man you thought I'd be
So flawless, so honest, that could never be me
Well that ain't me
There's some flowers on her desk,
Doesn't he know how embarrassed she gets, receiving gifts
She hasn't opened up her card
The bouquet it says it all, daffodils with baby’s breathe
The same bouquet she caught on their first date
That night he was a king
He flew in town for business and ended up at the wedding
They shared life stories, between drinks
She loved him so quickly, and left him just the same
Yeah, he’s still the same, he’s still the same
No, he’s nothing new, but he hasn’t changed
Always a bridesmaid, her friends all settled down
Always a bridesmaid, she dropped her bouquet on the ground
They snuck out for a cigarette
She said “Maybe it’s the whiskey sours, but I think this could be it
If you ask me, here and now,
I think, no I know, I could make those wedding vows,
We could sneak off in the night, and
I could be the bride
I could be the bride
Alright, I could be the Bride
I could be the Bride
simply because I am a wonderful guy who attracts guys who don't like to obtain 'too-close' relationships.
eh, enough ego patting. so, Joe e-mailed me and I finally got around to reading it, very sweet stuff and it boderlines on a lot of things. I like it, so far, I'm in a bit of a 'fuck-buddy' relationship which is too familiar territory but then there's something different about the whole situation. I mean, yeah, I like him and no I don't. I don't really understand any of this.
So, basically, I feel that I've contracted this whole defense type of mechanism, so in case that Joe does decide that he doesn't want to see me anymore then it won't so much a jab than a poke. I don't know, I used to get sad whenever he'd tell me some things which would always make me angry and then I'd find myself with some other guy trying to piss him off. All I did really was piss of Eldridge and whatever.
I hate the guys that like me. I hate them. They're so introverted and lame.
I don't want a relationship under the guise of friendship anymore, I want that whole scene, the one where you wake up in the same bed and brush your teeth in the same mirror. The one where you share shampoo. I totally miss that. I want it again, and I know it's been ages since my last serious relationship but I think I'm ready, I think I'm less self indulgent than I was before enough to say "I really care about you, and I love you" to someone else.
Okay, that's just scary, that's my favorite line. "You could drink whole if you wanted..."