i love to hate you and i hate to i love you. you ruined me.
Last night me sarah and marisa went to the brunzzzz for a little bit.met up with seannie billy and brad, paula, erin, tony, morgan, puzio, pekachu, and others for a little bit. drove billy and brad home, then me sean and sarah went back to sarahs house for a sikkk SVU marathon/sleepover. ray, joey cox, and alli burnes came too.,me and sean fought over the supidest shit.again.like usual. this morning we all went to the bagel station. then me and sean went, picked up olga then went to philly to see something corporate. they played the best set EVER EVER EVER! but they didnt play yellow and blue, the one song i really wanted them to play. andrew got a haircut and contacts. kinda sad. paula and tony came too, and so did seannies sister erin whom i LOVE! after the show we went to south street and went shopping! i got 2 new pairs of earings and a vintage sweater and new sunglasses. me and olga both chipped in and got sean the nicest vintage izod polo shirt ive ever seen. it was only 28 bucks too. then we got authentic philly cheese steaks with 2 of seans friends whos names i cant remember. sean fixed my car lighter!!!! holy shit i thought it could never be fixed. oh i totally forgot...i got a ticket for 300.00 dollars!!!!!!!!! for parking in a handicap spot. it was not a fucking handicap spot. i know it wasnt we checked. and i almost got my car towed. stupid fucking bullshit. i just got 2 parking tickets two days ago. like seriously this is all i need.on the way home me and sean fought. again. over the stupidest shit.like usual. the same stupid shit we fight about all the fucking time. stupid things we shouldnt fight about but were both so subborn and neither of us will ever admit when we're wrong.ever! or when to give up. he leaves tuesday morning. for real this time. really. i dont even think he has time to see me before he leaves, so we pretty much left off in us fighting. thats not how i want to remember him. and thats not how i want him to rememeber me. i wish i could just sleep until my birthday. i wish it was possible.
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if i move my place in line i'll lose.
and i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
i am waiting for something to go wrong.
i am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if i move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
i am waiting for something to wrong
i am waiting for familiar resolve
i am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and i am waiting for that sense of relief
i am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun
and on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
and it's strange
they are basically the same
so i don't ask names anymore.
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
but if i move my place in line i'll lose.
and i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
i am waiting for something to go wrong.
i am waiting for familiar resolve.
sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect
the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
i'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
but if i move my place in line i'll lose.
and I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
i am waiting for something to wrong
i am waiting for familiar resolve
i am waiting for another repeat
another diet fed by crippling defeat
and i am waiting for that sense of relief
i am waiting for you to flee the scene
as if you held in your hand the smoking gun
and on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
and it's strange
they are basically the same
so i don't ask names anymore.
sometimes i think this cycle never ends
we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse