[she changes with the seasons]
the leaves are falling off the trees and making outlines, stark black lace against the grey sky. the air is thin and crisp, cool and autumn is honest. my parents were married in autumn and i think this is why they stayed married, you cant lie in the autumntime. the air doesnt mask anything, or alter the faces of the people you think that you love. i'm going to get married in the autumn.
sydney is drunk and it is 4 30 in the afternoon.
god i love ohio state.
(god i love sydney.)
furthermore, i am done apologizing for things i am not responsible for. like the coffee being not good or having to work or mistakes you make yourself that arent my fault.
but i'll probably continue to apologize when i am heavily intoxicated because trust me, i know i'm out of control.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
sydney is drunk and it is 4 30 in the afternoon.
god i love ohio state.
(god i love sydney.)
furthermore, i am done apologizing for things i am not responsible for. like the coffee being not good or having to work or mistakes you make yourself that arent my fault.
but i'll probably continue to apologize when i am heavily intoxicated because trust me, i know i'm out of control.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand