last edited 7/2/2007

[effing_hippie]

And all the songs I've listened to
and all the movies I've hopelessly cried through
have made me believe that I shouldn't be able to live without you
and maybe its just New York, but I can,
even though I don't want to... But that's not the point.

I don't have an undying love for you
And we really have nothing in common
So ill keep clinging
Keep bringing myself to consciousness every morning without the thought
of you behind my ribs
But I will think of you shortly after
And I will still ache for you to touch me

And ill hold your opinion in high esteem
And wait for you to fall for me
And see me in some angelic light
Maybe we'll kiss in the five flights
Up to our apartment

Or maybe ill keep dreaming,
Streaming thoughts show
In my eyebrows and forehead
That I am confused

No, not confused, just the opposite of amused

And you with your self assuring stance,
I'll dance around the bush until November,
When you move out.

And I still can't figure out if my lack of self control is a bad thing.
All we could amount to is a four month fling.
With my high hopes
That you'll let me move to Italy with you.