Not again...
I can't handle another solemn, cheerless day, and I can tell that that's exactly what today is going to be. Why can't I get happy without seeing her smile to see me, why do I still rush to the phone everytime I hear it ring... I don't understand what I've been doing wrong.
Without knowing that she's thinking about me, I spend my days in a general state of gloom. Sure, I'll have my spurts of excitement, of fun, but there is always this pervading sense of despondency. I want the shine back in my life, but I'm afraid to try and shake myself free.
I don't want to be free, I don't want to be shaken, I just want to keep dreaming.
I can't just give up on us like this, not until she lets me know in a way that I can't misunderstand... Not until she tells me stop hoping, to move on...
'We're in a tough spot right now, Rachel, and what're you going to do? Are you going to fight for us, or are you going to bail?'...
I wish I could ask Bailey that same thing... Fuck, I wish I had a team of writers pumping out whitty lines for me, some one liner to escape on.
I hope it's not like Friends though, I don't want Bailey to move away to Paris...
Without knowing that she's thinking about me, I spend my days in a general state of gloom. Sure, I'll have my spurts of excitement, of fun, but there is always this pervading sense of despondency. I want the shine back in my life, but I'm afraid to try and shake myself free.
I don't want to be free, I don't want to be shaken, I just want to keep dreaming.
I can't just give up on us like this, not until she lets me know in a way that I can't misunderstand... Not until she tells me stop hoping, to move on...
'We're in a tough spot right now, Rachel, and what're you going to do? Are you going to fight for us, or are you going to bail?'...
I wish I could ask Bailey that same thing... Fuck, I wish I had a team of writers pumping out whitty lines for me, some one liner to escape on.
I hope it's not like Friends though, I don't want Bailey to move away to Paris...