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I feel sick.
It's when everything is so good that I feel the worst.
It's then that I see just what I am lacking.
When my hopes are so high that I think I might get better, and one thing goes wrong, I shatter to pieces.
Joe was tired and upset he lost his cell phone, so I took it personally and started crying.
... how could he have put up with that shit for so long..?
I just want to say I'm sorry forever. But I know that will never get us anywhere.
I can't imagine all the people that you know and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low. And I don't understand all the things you've seen, but I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams. It's always you in my big dreams. And you tell me that it's over. But I can't stand here in a patch of four leaf clovers. And you're restless, and I'm naked. You've gotta get out, you can't stand to see me shaking. Oh, could you let me go? I didn't think so. And you don't want to be here in the future, so you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past. And you don't want to look my closer, 'cause you're afraid to find all of the hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed. And it did, because of me. And then you bring me home, afraid to find out that you're alone. And I'm sleeping in your living room, but we don't have much room to live... and if i hurt you, then i'm sorry. it's just this guilt has got the best of me... (please don't think that this was easy). And then you bring me home. 'cause we both know what it's like to be alone. And I'm dreaming in your living room. But we don't have much room to live.. And I've was thinking what I've been thinking, that these nights when we've been drinking, no they never got me anywhere. And Konstantine is walking down the stairs, and all that I could do was touch her long (brown) hair. And I've been thinking, and it hurts me thinking that these nights when we were drinking, no they never got us anywhere. This is because I can spell confusion with a K, and I can like it. It's to dying in another's arms, but why I had to try it. It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car, where the first star you see may not be a star. I'm not your star... isn't that what you said, what you thought the song meant? And if this is what it takes to lie in my mistakes. And live with what I did to you and all the hell I put you through. I always catch the clock, it's 11:11, now you want to talk. It's not hard to dream, you'll always be my Konstantine. They'll never hurt you like I do... This is to a girl who got into my head with the pretty things she did. Hey, you know, you keep me up in bed. This is to a girl who got into my head with all these fucked up things I did. Hey, maybe you could keep me up in bed, my Konstantine. You spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen. And did you know I missed you? And did you know I miss you? Oh god, I miss you. And then you bring me home. And we'll go to sleep, but this time not alone. And you'll kiss me in your living room. I know you'll miss me in your living room. These night I think maybe I'll miss you in my living room. But we don't have much room... does anybody need that room? 'Cause we all need a little more room. To live. My Konstantine...
I know that song takes up a lot of space, but it means so much to me. When me and Joe broke up the first time, he played it for me and said it reminded him of me. And now, it reminds me of him. It's all of the things I feel but can't put to words...
It's when everything is so good that I feel the worst.
It's then that I see just what I am lacking.
When my hopes are so high that I think I might get better, and one thing goes wrong, I shatter to pieces.
Joe was tired and upset he lost his cell phone, so I took it personally and started crying.
... how could he have put up with that shit for so long..?
I just want to say I'm sorry forever. But I know that will never get us anywhere.
I can't imagine all the people that you know and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low. And I don't understand all the things you've seen, but I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams. It's always you in my big dreams. And you tell me that it's over. But I can't stand here in a patch of four leaf clovers. And you're restless, and I'm naked. You've gotta get out, you can't stand to see me shaking. Oh, could you let me go? I didn't think so. And you don't want to be here in the future, so you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past. And you don't want to look my closer, 'cause you're afraid to find all of the hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed. And it did, because of me. And then you bring me home, afraid to find out that you're alone. And I'm sleeping in your living room, but we don't have much room to live... and if i hurt you, then i'm sorry. it's just this guilt has got the best of me... (please don't think that this was easy). And then you bring me home. 'cause we both know what it's like to be alone. And I'm dreaming in your living room. But we don't have much room to live.. And I've was thinking what I've been thinking, that these nights when we've been drinking, no they never got me anywhere. And Konstantine is walking down the stairs, and all that I could do was touch her long (brown) hair. And I've been thinking, and it hurts me thinking that these nights when we were drinking, no they never got us anywhere. This is because I can spell confusion with a K, and I can like it. It's to dying in another's arms, but why I had to try it. It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car, where the first star you see may not be a star. I'm not your star... isn't that what you said, what you thought the song meant? And if this is what it takes to lie in my mistakes. And live with what I did to you and all the hell I put you through. I always catch the clock, it's 11:11, now you want to talk. It's not hard to dream, you'll always be my Konstantine. They'll never hurt you like I do... This is to a girl who got into my head with the pretty things she did. Hey, you know, you keep me up in bed. This is to a girl who got into my head with all these fucked up things I did. Hey, maybe you could keep me up in bed, my Konstantine. You spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen. And did you know I missed you? And did you know I miss you? Oh god, I miss you. And then you bring me home. And we'll go to sleep, but this time not alone. And you'll kiss me in your living room. I know you'll miss me in your living room. These night I think maybe I'll miss you in my living room. But we don't have much room... does anybody need that room? 'Cause we all need a little more room. To live. My Konstantine...
I know that song takes up a lot of space, but it means so much to me. When me and Joe broke up the first time, he played it for me and said it reminded him of me. And now, it reminds me of him. It's all of the things I feel but can't put to words...