Because I can't get it out of my head.
On regretting the fact that I never sent a demo to Nightwish:
My brother told me not too long ago that I could never be as good as Anette (the singer that they now have), so I guess I should just stop feeling this way, huh?
A dream this morning reminded me of sitting one night in front of my family's computer with you. It was dark, the monitor provided the only light while we talked and laughed and waited for some game (was it Major Mud?) to finish installing. I jumped because I thought a spider was crawling up my leg, but when you laughed at me, I realized that it was only you, playing a trick on me. I thought you were flirting. When you went to go lay down on the couch, I followed. I sat there in the dark, talking to you till you fell asleep, hoping for something to happen. Nothing ever did.
Did you like me? Did you see past the ugliness that everyone else had a hard time ignoring? Why do my stupid dreams have a habit of bringing this old crap up? Why the fuck does it even matter?
My brother told me not too long ago that I could never be as good as Anette (the singer that they now have), so I guess I should just stop feeling this way, huh?
A dream this morning reminded me of sitting one night in front of my family's computer with you. It was dark, the monitor provided the only light while we talked and laughed and waited for some game (was it Major Mud?) to finish installing. I jumped because I thought a spider was crawling up my leg, but when you laughed at me, I realized that it was only you, playing a trick on me. I thought you were flirting. When you went to go lay down on the couch, I followed. I sat there in the dark, talking to you till you fell asleep, hoping for something to happen. Nothing ever did.
Did you like me? Did you see past the ugliness that everyone else had a hard time ignoring? Why do my stupid dreams have a habit of bringing this old crap up? Why the fuck does it even matter?