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Dearest,
Ok, I think I've recovered. Silly me. I'm going to take a page from Jaya's book and post lyrics that fit how I felt, but I'm better now:
The Bad Examples:
Faces in Picasso's Notebook
Jennifer is laughing at my same old stupid jokes
It's the first time that i've seen her since it all went up in smoke
Her hair is longer, her eyes are sadder, her smile is just the same
It's funny how we sit here as if nothing's really changed
'cause old lovers never fade away
They haunt you and they hint at things
That never could have been
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
She acts a little jealous, 'cause my life is going well
But we talk around the danger zones, we know more than we tell
'cause old habits burn into your mind
They taunt you and they trick you
And they twist your sense of time
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
Faces in picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
And isn't it strange how we feel so close
Now that there's no love to bind us?
And isn't it strange how your heart keeps a hope burning?
So we sit together, have a drink to all that might have been
And drift into our separate lives - i guess that's how these things end
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
Faces in picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
Lovers who have lost their way
Anyway, for something completely different. Er... wait I really have nothing to say. Nevermind. I'm going back to being miserable and job hunting. Weee.
Yours in Letters
Ok, I think I've recovered. Silly me. I'm going to take a page from Jaya's book and post lyrics that fit how I felt, but I'm better now:
The Bad Examples:
Faces in Picasso's Notebook
Jennifer is laughing at my same old stupid jokes
It's the first time that i've seen her since it all went up in smoke
Her hair is longer, her eyes are sadder, her smile is just the same
It's funny how we sit here as if nothing's really changed
'cause old lovers never fade away
They haunt you and they hint at things
That never could have been
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
She acts a little jealous, 'cause my life is going well
But we talk around the danger zones, we know more than we tell
'cause old habits burn into your mind
They taunt you and they trick you
And they twist your sense of time
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
Faces in picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
And isn't it strange how we feel so close
Now that there's no love to bind us?
And isn't it strange how your heart keeps a hope burning?
So we sit together, have a drink to all that might have been
And drift into our separate lives - i guess that's how these things end
Like faces in picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
Faces in picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
Lovers who have lost their way
Anyway, for something completely different. Er... wait I really have nothing to say. Nevermind. I'm going back to being miserable and job hunting. Weee.
Yours in Letters