oh what a relaxing day...
Today has been a great day.
Hell, the whole weekend has been great.
Lairyn stayed with me for 3 days during the hurricane and we entertained ourselves by making a huge fort, having an office supplies war, cooking, and running around outside. Yesterday, i went to Lairyns house and we went out to lunch and went jet skiing / tubing with some people. Good times. Later that night, Lairyn and I just had a bunch of friends over throughtout the night and chilled. It was nice to see everybody again : )
Today, Lairyn and I took the car out and drove around for while, got some lunch, came home and Jenn came and picked us up and we went to a really nicccccee hotel in disney and went swimming in this gorgeous pool. It was a nice drive home with the girls and some Bright Eyes. Conor Oberst makes me melt.
Well im home now and i was just told we have school and my great mood just went to shit.
ohhh welllll
I picked you out
Of a crowd to talk to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's to sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love is an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
beautiful.