a HELL of a time for me to leave my journal in ithaca...
...or else i wouldn't be writing in this thing
so, once again, i'm where i usually am.
stuck in the "friend zone," with no hope of escape.
i really wish i cared enough to write about it right now, but i don't, so here's to me.
you could have just told me, i wouldn't have been upset, but now?
now, i'm pissed.
at you, not the situation.
i want the best for him; he's great, and i'll never think any differently about him.
you, however. you are a piece of work my friend, and you deserve everything that's coming to you.
why am i not in london?
u oughta hear the mirror in my house
you oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth
says I’m imperfect in every way:
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
all my friends in L.A. got jobs on Melrose Place
i play Replacements songs and sigh-- a Waitress In The Sky
you oughta hear the things I’ve been thinking
you oughta swim in a heart that is sinking
you try to break me with all the things you say:
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
tony makes 60 K, invests in IRA’s,
but I’m busy making paper airplanes out of resumes
but I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply
i'm gonna fill up the great divide
you’ll never break me with all the things you say
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
i’m gonna burn a pie now and then
and I’m gonna say the wrong things to your friends
i’m gonna burn and shine and multiply
and when I do, you’re gonna see me in her eyes…
I’m gonna burn and shine and multiply
I’m gonna fill up the great divide
You’ll never break me with all the things you say
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway..
click it...worth reading.. it's long, but do it.
night yall.
you may hear from me soon. xoxo
"they're all different names for the same thing..."
so, once again, i'm where i usually am.
stuck in the "friend zone," with no hope of escape.
i really wish i cared enough to write about it right now, but i don't, so here's to me.
you could have just told me, i wouldn't have been upset, but now?
now, i'm pissed.
at you, not the situation.
i want the best for him; he's great, and i'll never think any differently about him.
you, however. you are a piece of work my friend, and you deserve everything that's coming to you.
why am i not in london?
u oughta hear the mirror in my house
you oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth
says I’m imperfect in every way:
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
all my friends in L.A. got jobs on Melrose Place
i play Replacements songs and sigh-- a Waitress In The Sky
you oughta hear the things I’ve been thinking
you oughta swim in a heart that is sinking
you try to break me with all the things you say:
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
tony makes 60 K, invests in IRA’s,
but I’m busy making paper airplanes out of resumes
but I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply
i'm gonna fill up the great divide
you’ll never break me with all the things you say
“Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”
i’m gonna burn a pie now and then
and I’m gonna say the wrong things to your friends
i’m gonna burn and shine and multiply
and when I do, you’re gonna see me in her eyes…
I’m gonna burn and shine and multiply
I’m gonna fill up the great divide
You’ll never break me with all the things you say
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway..
click it...worth reading.. it's long, but do it.
night yall.
you may hear from me soon. xoxo
"they're all different names for the same thing..."