..so longingly
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you, with every single word that I said
It'd come out insightful, brave, smooth, and charming
and you would call me
and I would be there everytime you need me..
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This girl is resting her head on her hand and looking out her window, lost in a whirlwind of cluttered daydreams that string together like notes of a melody. She is perplexed that she can’t seem to keep her thoughts from trailing back to the one that has inundated her mind as of late: him. Gazing out at the puffy white clouds that stain the blue sky, she can’t help but wonder if she’s on his mind at this very moment. As the sun beats down on the long blades of grass, she’s reminded of the warmth she felt while his hands were placed on her hips.. the way she felt like she was standing in the spotlight that night. She smiles as the trees bend with the wind, shaky and unsteady like the way she was on her feet when he looked into her eyes. She sighs as her Dashboard Confessional cd rings out the line that she can relate to the most.. it’s hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.. This boy remains unattainable, placing boundaries between them to keep her away, yet saying such things as “you’re gorgeous” and calling her babe and honey. And she misses him.. “If only you’d give me a chance” - her thoughts become words and a co-worker brings her back to reality with a sudden “Excuse me?”
Getting back to her work, she switches tracks and sings along in her muddled head.. but for now I’ll look so longingly.. waiting.. for you to want me.. for you to need me.. for you to notice me.
where I would impress you, with every single word that I said
It'd come out insightful, brave, smooth, and charming
and you would call me
and I would be there everytime you need me..
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This girl is resting her head on her hand and looking out her window, lost in a whirlwind of cluttered daydreams that string together like notes of a melody. She is perplexed that she can’t seem to keep her thoughts from trailing back to the one that has inundated her mind as of late: him. Gazing out at the puffy white clouds that stain the blue sky, she can’t help but wonder if she’s on his mind at this very moment. As the sun beats down on the long blades of grass, she’s reminded of the warmth she felt while his hands were placed on her hips.. the way she felt like she was standing in the spotlight that night. She smiles as the trees bend with the wind, shaky and unsteady like the way she was on her feet when he looked into her eyes. She sighs as her Dashboard Confessional cd rings out the line that she can relate to the most.. it’s hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.. This boy remains unattainable, placing boundaries between them to keep her away, yet saying such things as “you’re gorgeous” and calling her babe and honey. And she misses him.. “If only you’d give me a chance” - her thoughts become words and a co-worker brings her back to reality with a sudden “Excuse me?”
Getting back to her work, she switches tracks and sings along in her muddled head.. but for now I’ll look so longingly.. waiting.. for you to want me.. for you to need me.. for you to notice me.