Nov 25, 2004 01:37
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt.
And again when your head goes through the windshield.
Seventy Times Seven - Brand New
Yeah. That one's to my father.
I hope you fucking burn and die.
No one's coming to pick you up next time.
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Call me today...hopefully I can come home somewhat early and see you.
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never knew something so unexpected could happen like this,
but when I felt confused, and I didn't know what to do, I look back at your face in the rearview mirror, and I think about how you made me smile, and I say to myself, "Well, it feels right"
so I drop you off and we say goodnight,
I pull up to my house, and jump into bed,
dreaming of how I want to hold you instead
I'm alone without you, even if the room's still full, people ask me if I'm okay, and I tell them, "yeah, I'm cool."
But the truth is, whenever you're not around, your always on my mind, ever since I saw your smile in class, I just didn't know how to react.
Your smile burnt a hole right through me, and until I'm finally with you, that hole will not be filled back up.
'Cause all these signs seem to come together, all this chemistry is more believable than the weather, and every day you sweep me off my feet, I can't believe I finally have you right where I always wanted...(right here in my arms)I'm so glad I finally have ( ... )
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