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And here's my world, it burns in my eyes. I can't see the way everyone else sees. I don't feel what everyone else feels. Sure, the context is the same, and the meaning is just as dear and as emotional, but the way you take your news, and the way I take mine, couldn't be more far apart.
Tonight, after working yet another 11 hour shift, with no breaks (not even ten minutes for a pisser), I went to the bar I used to work at. It was surreal. They all remembered me, and they all had good things to say. I met a girl who I would've normally thought was attractive...but then I talked to her and a searing thought tore into my brain. She isn't at all like the girl I want to talk to so badly.
And yet another girl sat next to me, and she smiled, and we had our drinks next to each other...yet we didn't say a word...because she isn't the girl I want to have a drink with.
And when last call arose, and it was time to go, I happened across two girls. One I went to school with, the other works at a place similar to my second job, and I ended up talking to both of them. And when the first one asked for my number, I had to say that I wanted someone else to have it. She was disappointed, but seemed to think she understood. And when the second one asked if I wanted to come over for "coffee", I let her know that I was planning on talking to someone else. Again, she nodded, as though she understood.
The worst part is that they both seemed to understand, more than I do. I'll admit, there is a favorite I have in mind, right now. When I close my eyes, it is her face that I see...and late at night, as I dream of a goodnight kiss that is tender, and pure, and good, it is her lips that I dream of. And, I'll admit, if I could pick just one, time and space aside, there is only one that I would pick.
I don't know if she knows, but I'm pretty sure she does...
I have a dream girl...and luckily, I know that she exists.
Tonight, after working yet another 11 hour shift, with no breaks (not even ten minutes for a pisser), I went to the bar I used to work at. It was surreal. They all remembered me, and they all had good things to say. I met a girl who I would've normally thought was attractive...but then I talked to her and a searing thought tore into my brain. She isn't at all like the girl I want to talk to so badly.
And yet another girl sat next to me, and she smiled, and we had our drinks next to each other...yet we didn't say a word...because she isn't the girl I want to have a drink with.
And when last call arose, and it was time to go, I happened across two girls. One I went to school with, the other works at a place similar to my second job, and I ended up talking to both of them. And when the first one asked for my number, I had to say that I wanted someone else to have it. She was disappointed, but seemed to think she understood. And when the second one asked if I wanted to come over for "coffee", I let her know that I was planning on talking to someone else. Again, she nodded, as though she understood.
The worst part is that they both seemed to understand, more than I do. I'll admit, there is a favorite I have in mind, right now. When I close my eyes, it is her face that I see...and late at night, as I dream of a goodnight kiss that is tender, and pure, and good, it is her lips that I dream of. And, I'll admit, if I could pick just one, time and space aside, there is only one that I would pick.
I don't know if she knows, but I'm pretty sure she does...
I have a dream girl...and luckily, I know that she exists.