Feb 01, 2007 00:43
The Postal Service takes me back...
I don't know if I necessarily like where it takes me.
I'm freezing.
I don't want to think about what's going to happen in a few months.
I am tired.
I said I was done.
I was serious.
I really was and really am.
What am I in such a hurry for?
I'm in a hurry to not have to say goodbye.
I'm in a hurry for people to be done wandering around without me.
Ugghhh....
I don't even know what to say.
i want some tears to fall.
I want some understanding.
I want him to say...yeah...I don't want to say goodbye to you either...
and I'm not going to go unless I'm sure you can go with me.
That's what I want.
That's what I'm in a hurry for.
I thought we made a deal that you wouldn't leave again like that...
and I know that you promised yourself...
well, I made some promises to myself too.
No more waiting.
Work with me here...I'm tired of working with you.
You know that I would support you in everything you do,
but don't make me say goodbye again.
It's not fair...
it hurts my heart...
y no me gusta esperar.
Things are going really well.
I don't want this pretty blanket we're weaving to turn into a messy knotted pile of yarn that's impossible to salvage...and all we can do with it is throw it away.
I'm do not want to throw us away.
no.