Did you say "sex"?
This week my friends and I met at the corner of Awesome Ave. and Fun Times Blvd. A four-way intersection of betterthaneveryoneelse.
I am caught between needing to talk and not wanting to bore. Not wanting to bring it down by being serious and neurotic with a penchant for moral ambiguity.
This world you’re in now? This bubblegum and champagne town? It’s hard. I don’t want to be here anymore. Maybe I need a break, maybe I need to turn tail and run, maybe I need to suck it up and be a man.
I’m lucky, though. I can be happy doing almost anything, being almost anywhere, as long as I have interesting and witty and silly people to spend my time with. And though they are rare, I have more than I should be allowed. I suppose they help me find sanity and youth in this diamond-edge ruckus.
Just lay it all down for me, because I'm a man of science...and I need a little magic: When you were a child, what was that one “thing” you wanted to do? For example, did you want to fill a swimming pool with mashed potatoes, or tie so many helium balloons to yourself that you floated off the ground? Did you want an alligator as a pet, or live in a life-size gingerbread house?
So I probably love you, hate you, and have a big crush on you.
Your eyes seduce me…we are magnetic…you make me blush...we are the mess to clean up…forget to remind me to keep my eyes off you.
Meet me tomorrow, where the mountains kiss the sky.
I am caught between needing to talk and not wanting to bore. Not wanting to bring it down by being serious and neurotic with a penchant for moral ambiguity.
This world you’re in now? This bubblegum and champagne town? It’s hard. I don’t want to be here anymore. Maybe I need a break, maybe I need to turn tail and run, maybe I need to suck it up and be a man.
I’m lucky, though. I can be happy doing almost anything, being almost anywhere, as long as I have interesting and witty and silly people to spend my time with. And though they are rare, I have more than I should be allowed. I suppose they help me find sanity and youth in this diamond-edge ruckus.
Just lay it all down for me, because I'm a man of science...and I need a little magic: When you were a child, what was that one “thing” you wanted to do? For example, did you want to fill a swimming pool with mashed potatoes, or tie so many helium balloons to yourself that you floated off the ground? Did you want an alligator as a pet, or live in a life-size gingerbread house?
So I probably love you, hate you, and have a big crush on you.
Your eyes seduce me…we are magnetic…you make me blush...we are the mess to clean up…forget to remind me to keep my eyes off you.
Meet me tomorrow, where the mountains kiss the sky.