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chad took me to the pub last friday. we argued about everything there is to argue as usual. i love that man. we smoked cigs and when he went to get me a very dirty martini he spilled most of it on the ground, which just confirms my theory that martini's are first of the night drinks because once you're drunk it's hard drinking out of a glass that is a bit deeper than a dinner plate.
we listened to this song on the way home and i had another beautiful move-esque moment smoking the last cig of the night in his caddy downtown. and i can't get it out of my head.
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well, I've been to London and I've been to 'gay Paris'
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.