You know who would have played this for me because he knew I loved it, and because he knew it made me melt: James. James would have. He would have made out with me for hours to this song. Oh, I’m sorry. No, I’m not over it. Am I workin real hard to get over it? And to be a better girlfriend to any future boyfriends who I might treat the same? Yeah. I realize that I’m pretty fucked. And if anyone I know reads this. Fuck off. I didn’t ask for your thoughts, or your opinions on the matter. here it goes:
“Well i’d like to think i’m the mess you’d wear with pride.
like some empty dress on the bed you’ve layed out for tonight.
maybe i’ll tell you sometime.
time.sometime.
and you were right.
right.
you were right.
outside,by your doorstep
in a worn out suit and tie.
i’ll wait
for you to come down
where you’ll find me
where we’ll shine.”
He actually did this. At the time I thought it was so fucked up that someone would show up on my doorstep not knowing what the fuck to do with themselves, but now I realize, it was enormously romantic, and I would give so much to have that back. fuck off if you don’t think thats normal. Just fuck off.
Update: good fucking christ I’m emo, and barely make sense once I’ve had a few drinks, normally I’d get online and delete this shit the next morning, but I think I’ll leave this one up to remind me of why I should drink less. Punishment.
