All romantics meet the same fate someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe

[k3leen]

I think my major is far too romantic

I don't know how much longer I can tolerate the constant barrage of how beautiful, how terrible the world, the lover is

I mean, I already know it (at least the world part, certainly not the lover), I just don't particularly want it thrust in my face in such amazing ways. Why does it seem like everyone that has ever lived has been in love before, except for me? And I perpetuate this emptiness as I listen to folksy women strumming their guitar, singing of their trampled heart with uplifting harmonies

There's a man in a crane outside my window

I just waved and he smiled, he held up his hammer to me

I'm too busy falling in love with fake people

I won't ask why there is a man on a crane outside my window, I'll just imagine cuddling up to him and pressing my cold nose against the warmth in the crook of his neck and combing his hair once I take off that dirty baseball cap, instead.

Oh Joni, you're right, I like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell me all those pretty lies and yes,

my eyes are full of moon.