Every moment is a little bit later
Just in case anyone wondered why I love Jonny Lee Miller
You want me to bake with you
I went to Mexico and bought you shoes
We share a flat and occasionally a hug
You make me coffee in your favourite mug
I have a confession, my baby boo
This morning I used the last of your shampoo
Do not fear, I'll get some more
As long as you give me a kiss on my way out the door
That's not asking to much, I don't think
Come sit by me and I'll pour you a drink
I love you so much, it kills me sometimes
I'm having a really hard time making this rhyme
What I really wanted to say was you're the best
Come lay with me and we'll take a rest
I won't try anything funny
but I may call you honey
I'll be a good boy, you'll see
I'll even let you call me bumblebee
The end.
He didn't want me to post that.
I'm having a hard time writing lately. It's like I can't remember what I used to write about and I won't go back to look either. A girl once told me that refusing to look back is like denying it ever happened but I don't think she's right at all. I've never denied anything but I won't dwell on it either. You live, change a little, turn the page. And expect people not to hold your past actions against you. I'm putting it there up for debate because it's appropriate. There's definitely a difference between not taking responsibility and saying you're not the same person anymore. I'm always conflicted on that point. A lot of times I don't recognize myself from one day to the next and I can understand how this isn't obvious to people around me because I still look the same but I've never not taken responsibility for my actions. And that's supposed to explain why it's easier to use this thing as a gushing outlet for whoever did something cute that day.
I fell asleep on someone the other day. It was late and we were watching Hitchcock's Notorious. I have a weakness for Ingrid Bergman movies so I try to pass it on. When I came to I was still in the same position, half curled up on his lap and the sky was pale blue. I had no idea how long I'd been sleeping and he wouldn't tell me. We saw the last minutes of Spellbound together and it was a very odd morning. Now he quotes me Hitchcock all the freaking time and triumphs when I can't figure out which movie it's from. It's safe to say I put that boy through a marathon but he insists he didn't mind.
This, I think, is the fifth time I've downloaded this specific song. I get it, put it on a mixed CD which I lose after two weeks and months later something will spark my memory and I have to download it again. Some songs you never grow tired of, years will pass and one day you find yourself putting it on repeat for the umpth time and it still sounds brand new. Except maybe you'll have the advantage of knowing the lyrics.
You want me to bake with you
I went to Mexico and bought you shoes
We share a flat and occasionally a hug
You make me coffee in your favourite mug
I have a confession, my baby boo
This morning I used the last of your shampoo
Do not fear, I'll get some more
As long as you give me a kiss on my way out the door
That's not asking to much, I don't think
Come sit by me and I'll pour you a drink
I love you so much, it kills me sometimes
I'm having a really hard time making this rhyme
What I really wanted to say was you're the best
Come lay with me and we'll take a rest
I won't try anything funny
but I may call you honey
I'll be a good boy, you'll see
I'll even let you call me bumblebee
The end.
He didn't want me to post that.
I'm having a hard time writing lately. It's like I can't remember what I used to write about and I won't go back to look either. A girl once told me that refusing to look back is like denying it ever happened but I don't think she's right at all. I've never denied anything but I won't dwell on it either. You live, change a little, turn the page. And expect people not to hold your past actions against you. I'm putting it there up for debate because it's appropriate. There's definitely a difference between not taking responsibility and saying you're not the same person anymore. I'm always conflicted on that point. A lot of times I don't recognize myself from one day to the next and I can understand how this isn't obvious to people around me because I still look the same but I've never not taken responsibility for my actions. And that's supposed to explain why it's easier to use this thing as a gushing outlet for whoever did something cute that day.
I fell asleep on someone the other day. It was late and we were watching Hitchcock's Notorious. I have a weakness for Ingrid Bergman movies so I try to pass it on. When I came to I was still in the same position, half curled up on his lap and the sky was pale blue. I had no idea how long I'd been sleeping and he wouldn't tell me. We saw the last minutes of Spellbound together and it was a very odd morning. Now he quotes me Hitchcock all the freaking time and triumphs when I can't figure out which movie it's from. It's safe to say I put that boy through a marathon but he insists he didn't mind.
This, I think, is the fifth time I've downloaded this specific song. I get it, put it on a mixed CD which I lose after two weeks and months later something will spark my memory and I have to download it again. Some songs you never grow tired of, years will pass and one day you find yourself putting it on repeat for the umpth time and it still sounds brand new. Except maybe you'll have the advantage of knowing the lyrics.