If there's anyone home at your place darlin', why don't you invite me in?
My friend assures me “it’s all or nothing.” I am not worried. I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me for one time only, “make an exception.” I am not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies. Send her off to a coconut island. I am not worried. I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions. “Oh,” she says, “you’re changing.” But we’re always changing. And it does not bother me to say this isn’t love, because if you don’t wanna talk about it then it isn’t love. And I’m guess I’m gonna have to live without, but I’m sure there’s something in a shade of gray, or something in between, and I can always change my name if that’s what you mean. My friend assures me “it’s all or nothing” but I am not really worried. I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget. To make yourself forget. I am not worried. “If it’s love,” she says, “then we’re going to have to think about the consequences.” But she can’t stop shaking and I can’t stop touching her, and this time, when kindness falls like rain, it washes her away, and Anna begins to change her mind. “Seconds when I’m shaking leave me shuddering for days,” she says. “And I’m not ready for this sort of thing.” But I’m not gonna break, and I’m not gonna worry about it anymore. I’m not gonna bend, and I’m not gonna break, and I’m not gonna worry about it anymore. It seems like I should say “as long as this is love,” but it’s not all that easy, so maybe I should snap her up in a butterfly net; pin her down on a photograph album. I am not worried because I’ve done this sort of thing before. But then I start to think about the consequences and I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room. And this time, when kindness falls like rain, it washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind. Every time she sneezes, I believe it’s love, and, oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing. She’s talking in her sleep. It’s keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toss and turn. And every word is nonsense, but I understand, and, oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing. Her kindness bangs a gong. It’s moving me along, and Anna begins to fade away. She’s chasing me away. She disappears, and oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing.
It’s a really nice day outside today, so I turned off the air conditioner at work and opened the front and back door to get a breeze going, and then I turned on “August and Everything After” very loud, because it’s been my firm belief since childhood that it’s absolutely ok to play music loudly if it’s Saturday afternoon and the door are open.
The Format tonight.
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oh, hey, here's my top artists listened to last week, for anyone who cares. This cool website robot I downloaded told me this and I found it interesting.
1. dredg
2. jeff buckley
3. glassjaw
4. bear vs. shark
5. mewithoutyou
6. minus the bear
7. peter gabriel
8. prince
9. coldplay
10. owen
SPREAD IT ON!!
It’s a really nice day outside today, so I turned off the air conditioner at work and opened the front and back door to get a breeze going, and then I turned on “August and Everything After” very loud, because it’s been my firm belief since childhood that it’s absolutely ok to play music loudly if it’s Saturday afternoon and the door are open.
The Format tonight.
edit.
oh, hey, here's my top artists listened to last week, for anyone who cares. This cool website robot I downloaded told me this and I found it interesting.
1. dredg
2. jeff buckley
3. glassjaw
4. bear vs. shark
5. mewithoutyou
6. minus the bear
7. peter gabriel
8. prince
9. coldplay
10. owen
SPREAD IT ON!!