Rambling as always ♥
One (1) day, you're going to hate me for what I'm doing. The words I say, the moments we share. They're nothing compared to what I had. I've actually said all those words before and meant them. Now it's just a matter of putting them up in order to keep you. And everyone tells me you're so hot, I'm so lucky, but they can have you. I know the truth. I know you are only with me because I can sputter out a line or two of poetry you haven't heard. You are only with me because my jeans match your face. You're only with me because I can be scene without trying, and I can play guitar like "a mother fucking riot".
All you've ever wanted was an appearance with some "emo" girl.
And a heartbreak holding her up. I'm addicted to heartbreak, and I know it.
So here's your song and dance:
Step one: Kiss in front of all those friends who told you I was hot. (they lied)
Step two: Hold each other at some local show, so you can be introduced to all the bands I know, because I'm so cool. (and you're so gullible)
Step three: Start smoking cigarettes with me, dashing your ash to the ground as if you knew what you were doing.
Step four: Listen to that cd I made in five minutes for you as I was stepping out the door. Swear it's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for you.
Step five: Make-out in the car before you go in to say good night. Because that's what love is.
Step six: Attempt to call me at odd hours of the night, before realizing I don't talk on the phone.
Step seven: Tell all your friends about it the next day. Make sure you emphasize how in love we are, even though we've only been dating for three (3) days. Include splendid anecdotes that would make it into a Dashboard song, with lots of references to how our eyes look when we look at each other, or how our hearts beat as one. Somehow work in the state of California, even though we live in the Midwest; obviously the cool kids are in California.
Step eight: Repeat until you find someone with better hair, or realize I don't love you.
(at which point you switch the music from some high tempo guitar track, to a angry bitter tune, followed by something acoustic and "sad")
I've been sick and busy. Busy with work and packing.. and sick with some lousy stomach bug. I have nothing much to post other than that rant behind the cut. (And no, there was no breakup. That has to do with past relationships)
I have to leave for work.. I'll be sure to go on a comment spree later.
♥