You were always crazy like that.
This is fitting.
Very fitting.
"You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've gone
Off track with you.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that."
I hate suddenly having to speak in past-tense, and I hate that I only want him to hold me. I only want to hear his painfully rational drone as I gaze into his beautiful monotone eyes. I only want to hold his hand and feel like I can trust a boy again. I only want him to shake me and tell me I've been dreaming. I should've have told him I loved him when I had the chance. I should of worried less and ate more, but the worst thing I could do is regret. You swore you'd never read this again, never invade my privacy. On the extremely off chance you were to go back on you're word, I wouldn't mind. I love you, Daniel Gray.
Very fitting.
"You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've gone
Off track with you.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that."
I hate suddenly having to speak in past-tense, and I hate that I only want him to hold me. I only want to hear his painfully rational drone as I gaze into his beautiful monotone eyes. I only want to hold his hand and feel like I can trust a boy again. I only want him to shake me and tell me I've been dreaming. I should've have told him I loved him when I had the chance. I should of worried less and ate more, but the worst thing I could do is regret. You swore you'd never read this again, never invade my privacy. On the extremely off chance you were to go back on you're word, I wouldn't mind. I love you, Daniel Gray.