Feb 21, 2008 13:44
i figured i'd post this already....everyone seemed to like it at the open mic.
inspired by a livejournal entry, inspired by my inner dork
Out of My League
I’ve come to the realization
That I can’t talk to “pretty”
And for me
It’s pretty to simple to see
That every time I look at her
My words tend to slip
And my letters tend to trip...
On her…VOWELS
Two U’s
Two separate views
That I can’t take my eyes off of!
But…I will
Cause it’s adamant....
Cause when my eyes met yours it was extravagant
So when I begin to mumble
And stumble
I begin to wonder...
WHERE IN THE BLUE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!
I’ve come to the realization
That I can’t talk to “beautiful”
And it’s suitable for me to clarify this..
“Matt Pana has no game whatsoever.”
I refer to myself in the third person to emphasize this point.
Because every time I bump into her
And every time I talk to her
It’s the same thing
It’s like I died,
And wound up in ridiculously-good-looking heaven.
…
I’ve come to the realization that I can’t talk to “pretty”.
by vowels, i meant chesticles, or "boobies"
...i just negated all my artistic ability didn't i?