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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.



























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Feel it all and know that this will pass  
Note: crackers are SO MUCH better for washing down Round 1 than anything liquid, because when Round 2 comes around, it'll get stuck in the back of your throat. Always keep around a box of triscuits.

Why does it so happen that Goldfinger's self-titled album sings my life? Every song. In order:

I can see from my mind's eye
I make up senarios in my head
I remember the things I did
I know I fucked up and I wish I was dead
What is it that scares me
What do I care what you think
Cause you only hurt me
And with your words I shrink

So when I see you
Please understand the way I think
Your smile it heals me
I never want to go away
Believe I love you
No matter how selfish I get
I know you'll help me
The way I feel I won't forget

When I wake up tomorrow
Will you still feel the same?
When I wake up tomorrow
Will you have changed?
'cuz I still feel the same

If I could take it away
You know I would
Makin' plans to rule the world
Spread yourself way too thin.
You're wishing that you were king
it's killing you.
Denying that you're just a man
Makes you tire out.
You're always runnin.'
And if I write this song to you,
would you listen up?
'cuz this is your life, it's not mine.

Then when I see you I forget the pain
And melt away with you
Only a day is passed and
I can't help but feel that I've lost you

it's not your time, yeah.
Feel it all and know that this will pass.
So you can cry about it.
The tears can help you heal inside.

I can see that you don't want anything
I can see sometimes you don't want me

How much do you want?
and how far can I take you?
How bad does this hurt?
How much do I want you?
How blunt can I be?
so when can I see you?
Will it ever be?
and how deep is my love?

I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you

All I want
is a picture for me to look at
All I need
for me to look at you when you're not there
I'm lost again and I found you
and I'm so glad you're here
I can't believe I deserve you
I thought I'd let you know


Note: I skipped about 3 songs 'cause they were songs like "My Girlfriend's Shower Sucks" and the song about why LA sucks.


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