Sunday, February 22, 2009
Pretty much, awesome.
Cause we can't last a day with our normal Jonas talk.
It's just you and me.
'Welcome to the real world,'
She said to me, condescendingly.
Cause you know you have an obsession when; ^^
Pretty much our failed attempt at acting cool.
I tend to fall for geeks.
Lo que soy.
Under every spastic head circumstance.
Art art art.
That's all I seem to be doing nowadays. It's annoying. I mean, art is fun and all, but honestly? Thirty sketches in a matter of four days? My hand might as well fall out already. My life has been pretty suckish lately. School really knows how to send someone to the ground and crush them into countless pieces.
All I did today was play my guitar for six hours straight. A lazy Saturday afternoon with my Gibson; completely priceless. Exactly what I needed, until tomorrow when I have yet to do art again. One day, you'll see me on the newspaper for stealing one of John Mayer's guitars. It'll be worth it don't you think? :DDD
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here
Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way
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