Don’t you ever feel like you’ve been destined for something greater than your skin?
I used to love what I used to love,
Moving on was a chore I was never quite ready for,
They used to say I was a cautious man,
It’s been weeks since I looked both ways or gave a damn.
It was always you, falling for me
Now there’s always time, calling for me
I’m the light, blinking at the end of the road,
Blink back to let me know.
I love people, generally. I don’t like people when they want something for me. They turn nasty and bad and manipulative and I don’t like they way it feels. If you want to befriend me, try never to want anything from me other than friendship, and we’ll get along great. That’s not to say I’ll never help you out or do you a favor, but I don’t like feeling used.
There are some other things about people that really, really infuriate me. They apply to me too, I know. It’s no fault of anyone. It’s just how we are. For example, did you know that regardless of how many bad choices you make, you’re predisposed to convince yourself that you made the best choice? You will tell yourself that, given the same opportunities and choices you were presented with, other people would not have fared as well. So everyone thinks that they are the best person in the world, basically. Obviously that’s not possible. So everyone walks around thinking that they’re this big hot shot with a great moral compass, and that they’re better than everyone else. It’s bullshit. I wish we could all stop comparing ourselves to everyone else and just live.
I fall in love with somebody every day,
When they step aside as I’m walking by,
Or smile at something I say.
It’s so sad that I don’t think I’ll ever find a better album than From Under The Cork Tree. Don’t judge me.
“To the love I left my conscience pressed
Through the keyhole as I watched you dress
Kiss and tell
Loose lips sink ships”
There’s nothing like the brain of a beautiful girl when it grasps the fallacy of the world,
We’re in the back room, back-to-back, breathing hard
Reading the file on the heart they sought to defile
Meet me in the back room, I’ll tell you everything, you everything
Meet me in the back room, just run away with me, just lay with me
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad week.
Thunder, lightning, musak, and stumbleupon. And I’m in a good mood.