why artists shouldn't date...
Pearl Jam playing in the backround: "She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man..."
She thinks to herself: I don't want to live that life.
But she's living it, you see. She thinks she's in love with him, but it's options that she lacks. She can't imagine a life less ordinary. And she's been trapped in her snow storm globe for too long.
She plays it out in her head: He's not so bad. He treats me well, but it's attention I crave. Something that he cannot give. I'm something he doesn't have time for and I need his time. It's the time that I crave. Not necessarily in large amounts- frequent little spurts of time would suffice. Why can't he give that to me? A different craving. A different need. He doesn't want what it is that I need.
And so she decides it's time to start over. See something new. And by a thief in the night her heart is stolen- a kiss so electrifying she can barely catch her breath. She can't move. She can't speak. And her world explodes in an inferno of possibilities.
So good bye lover of many moons ago. I will miss you dearly. It's so sad that you would rather erase me from your thoughts than to continue to have me in your life. But I am not what you need and you can't give me what I need. So it's best that we go our separate ways and just chalk it up to bad luck- bad timing. I loved you. I needed you. And even though you said you felt the same, I don't really believe it. Actions speak louder than words, and I am tired of silently screaming. Good bye love of many moons ago. I hope to see you in a dream far away. A dream less ordinary. A dream less chaotic. A dream that you and I want the same...
She thinks to herself: I don't want to live that life.
But she's living it, you see. She thinks she's in love with him, but it's options that she lacks. She can't imagine a life less ordinary. And she's been trapped in her snow storm globe for too long.
She plays it out in her head: He's not so bad. He treats me well, but it's attention I crave. Something that he cannot give. I'm something he doesn't have time for and I need his time. It's the time that I crave. Not necessarily in large amounts- frequent little spurts of time would suffice. Why can't he give that to me? A different craving. A different need. He doesn't want what it is that I need.
And so she decides it's time to start over. See something new. And by a thief in the night her heart is stolen- a kiss so electrifying she can barely catch her breath. She can't move. She can't speak. And her world explodes in an inferno of possibilities.
So good bye lover of many moons ago. I will miss you dearly. It's so sad that you would rather erase me from your thoughts than to continue to have me in your life. But I am not what you need and you can't give me what I need. So it's best that we go our separate ways and just chalk it up to bad luck- bad timing. I loved you. I needed you. And even though you said you felt the same, I don't really believe it. Actions speak louder than words, and I am tired of silently screaming. Good bye love of many moons ago. I hope to see you in a dream far away. A dream less ordinary. A dream less chaotic. A dream that you and I want the same...