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No, really, I mean it.
Ok, of course it means something to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have written it. But because it is now written down, it doesn't mean the same thing. At least not to my conscious self. It means more to some part of me that I've let go...wanted to go...dormant. But anyway, as much as it is meaningful, it's also silly. "oh, woe is me...sad...angst." I don't really go for that much, but...it's cool. Whatever. :-)
You got to me, you got into me,
and somewhere deep inside me,
is where your memory self will stay
Leaving it behind me is the only way
I'll ever be able to take it with me
your head on my chest
I didn't expect this to be unlike all
the others
maybe I would have gotten annoyed
after awhile,
bored, maybe,
maybe someday I'll meet someone
someday
who'll make that place in me where
the memory of you exists seem pallid and
boring in comparison, maybe
but, yet again, my words are getting away
from meaning, and the ugly beauty
of the painfulness
'cause really, all I have is a memory
you made life better for a couple of
nights
you made me better
I'm afraid I was misunderstood
I'm afraid I caused a mis-step in your flow,
and you did to me
but really, what it's all about
is thank you
I thought I'd never really be young in this life,
not by the traditional standards,
but you,
you made me feel uncertain, unsure
immature
you made me young
somewhere in time
your head will be on my chest
only blue rope lights
you waiting in my bed
waiting for me
and I'll always be young there
it really did mean a lot to me,
more than I could probably tell you
it meant a lot
thank you.
Ok, of course it means something to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have written it. But because it is now written down, it doesn't mean the same thing. At least not to my conscious self. It means more to some part of me that I've let go...wanted to go...dormant. But anyway, as much as it is meaningful, it's also silly. "oh, woe is me...sad...angst." I don't really go for that much, but...it's cool. Whatever. :-)
You got to me, you got into me,
and somewhere deep inside me,
is where your memory self will stay
Leaving it behind me is the only way
I'll ever be able to take it with me
your head on my chest
I didn't expect this to be unlike all
the others
maybe I would have gotten annoyed
after awhile,
bored, maybe,
maybe someday I'll meet someone
someday
who'll make that place in me where
the memory of you exists seem pallid and
boring in comparison, maybe
but, yet again, my words are getting away
from meaning, and the ugly beauty
of the painfulness
'cause really, all I have is a memory
you made life better for a couple of
nights
you made me better
I'm afraid I was misunderstood
I'm afraid I caused a mis-step in your flow,
and you did to me
but really, what it's all about
is thank you
I thought I'd never really be young in this life,
not by the traditional standards,
but you,
you made me feel uncertain, unsure
immature
you made me young
somewhere in time
your head will be on my chest
only blue rope lights
you waiting in my bed
waiting for me
and I'll always be young there
it really did mean a lot to me,
more than I could probably tell you
it meant a lot
thank you.