"Still, I ain't jealous..."
Had a few tonight.
Got a call tonight.
Pretty fucking great Saturday night.
A man's gotta follow his heart.
I've always felt that.
Despite the writing on the wall?
That's the question, now isn't it?
"Says she talks to angels. They call her out by her name."
"...you are sad and beautiful, and the way I am has never been too good for us..."
I got no "game", but I never really wanted any.
I just wanted someone who can see...and we both know you can.
The future is open, and "this is not the bathroom!" (-Steve Dunn)
We belong....we belong....hehe.
As I've grown, I've done all the things I've said I never would.
Well, a lot anyway.
Maybe those two black ladies were right.
Maybe there really "ain't no rules in this game".
Maybe I'm just drunk.
Yeah, and maybe she deserves better.
Better than me too, but nothin' new there.
Same ole song and dance.
"She's the one that makes my dreams."
No doubt about that one. Not even close.
And not many of them have been good ones, haha, but that's all me.
But she's still there....and she's the only one.
And yeah, I'd be alone a lot.
And yeah, I'd feel lazy and detached.
And yeah, I'd be eating pancakes instead of carrying a protest sign.
But, I'd be there in bed when the lights went down.
And if that's not enough, then, fuck, that's not enough.
Wouldn't be the first time....won't be the last.
"...the change of feel that I was after, where the good guy gets the girl in the end,
and she doesn't say 'he's just a friend' "
Oh, but she does.
So, there's a house...
and there's a daydream...
and if there's a heaven, I'll know what the inside of that house looks like.
And I'll drive up, and wave to her, riding her horse through the little course out front.
Sounds like a pretty little picture, doesn't it?
"And everything I have made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
I love that line because it all is cheesy and pretentious, and
I know that, deep down.
But maybe someday we'll hold hands....even for a minute....
and then I can be okay.
Because that would make it okay.
Or maybe my hand would be sweaty and she'd think "gross".
Maybe, baby.
Got a call tonight.
Pretty fucking great Saturday night.
A man's gotta follow his heart.
I've always felt that.
Despite the writing on the wall?
That's the question, now isn't it?
"Says she talks to angels. They call her out by her name."
"...you are sad and beautiful, and the way I am has never been too good for us..."
I got no "game", but I never really wanted any.
I just wanted someone who can see...and we both know you can.
The future is open, and "this is not the bathroom!" (-Steve Dunn)
We belong....we belong....hehe.
As I've grown, I've done all the things I've said I never would.
Well, a lot anyway.
Maybe those two black ladies were right.
Maybe there really "ain't no rules in this game".
Maybe I'm just drunk.
Yeah, and maybe she deserves better.
Better than me too, but nothin' new there.
Same ole song and dance.
"She's the one that makes my dreams."
No doubt about that one. Not even close.
And not many of them have been good ones, haha, but that's all me.
But she's still there....and she's the only one.
And yeah, I'd be alone a lot.
And yeah, I'd feel lazy and detached.
And yeah, I'd be eating pancakes instead of carrying a protest sign.
But, I'd be there in bed when the lights went down.
And if that's not enough, then, fuck, that's not enough.
Wouldn't be the first time....won't be the last.
"...the change of feel that I was after, where the good guy gets the girl in the end,
and she doesn't say 'he's just a friend' "
Oh, but she does.
So, there's a house...
and there's a daydream...
and if there's a heaven, I'll know what the inside of that house looks like.
And I'll drive up, and wave to her, riding her horse through the little course out front.
Sounds like a pretty little picture, doesn't it?
"And everything I have made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
I love that line because it all is cheesy and pretentious, and
I know that, deep down.
But maybe someday we'll hold hands....even for a minute....
and then I can be okay.
Because that would make it okay.
Or maybe my hand would be sweaty and she'd think "gross".
Maybe, baby.