Free Fallin for real
Shes a good girl, loves her mama
Loves jesus and america too
Shes a good girl, crazy bout elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
Its a long day living in reseda
Theres a freeway runnin through the yard
And Im a bad boy cause I dont even miss her
Im a bad boy for breakin her heart
And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin
All the vampires walkin through the valley
Move west down ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
And I'm free, free fallin
Yeah I'm free, free fallin
Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin
Gonna leave this world for a while
And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin
John Mayer's version of this is absolutely awesome to me, cause he's my crush, you know. ;)
And I can listen to this over and over and over.
Makes me feel inspired tonight, when about a month ago it sent me into a state of semi-depression?
When will I feel the words come once again? Words spilling into pictures, catches and phrases, tumbling, curtsying into place on the page? Falling, stumbling into rhyme? The lush limping into the quick sand of meaning. Only for me to find. For others to glance upon and dismiss. Trapped in type, in time, these words find their life in black and white, blinking cursor and sometimes scribbled cursive lines. Glimplses and previews of everything locked away. Oh for you to come and visit me once again...
Ah, there's some. =) I must do this more often, maybe it'll help not feel so bad about wanting to go to Ireland instead of London, wtf is up with that? ;) I'll see them both and more one day, I just know it.
Loves jesus and america too
Shes a good girl, crazy bout elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
Its a long day living in reseda
Theres a freeway runnin through the yard
And Im a bad boy cause I dont even miss her
Im a bad boy for breakin her heart
And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin
All the vampires walkin through the valley
Move west down ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
And I'm free, free fallin
Yeah I'm free, free fallin
Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin
Gonna leave this world for a while
And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin
John Mayer's version of this is absolutely awesome to me, cause he's my crush, you know. ;)
And I can listen to this over and over and over.
Makes me feel inspired tonight, when about a month ago it sent me into a state of semi-depression?
When will I feel the words come once again? Words spilling into pictures, catches and phrases, tumbling, curtsying into place on the page? Falling, stumbling into rhyme? The lush limping into the quick sand of meaning. Only for me to find. For others to glance upon and dismiss. Trapped in type, in time, these words find their life in black and white, blinking cursor and sometimes scribbled cursive lines. Glimplses and previews of everything locked away. Oh for you to come and visit me once again...
Ah, there's some. =) I must do this more often, maybe it'll help not feel so bad about wanting to go to Ireland instead of London, wtf is up with that? ;) I'll see them both and more one day, I just know it.