a rambling mix of songs i'm listening to right now:
i'm always wondering where you are
even though i'm the one who's gone
i left you waiting there at home
giving me the chance to come to my senses
i never tried to make you think
or let you see one thing for yourself
why can't you see you're just not near enough like me?
i can't be seen with you.
it's breaking my heart
shaking my confidence daily
my mind, it's such a fine mind
that keeps me searching for a heart of gold
how stupid is it, i can't talk about it
the gypsy moves from coast to coast
knowing many loving none, bearing sorrow having fun
he fixes broken hearts, i know, that he truly can
in the garage, i feel safe, no one cares about my ways
all around me are familiar faces, worn out places
going nowhere, no expression, no tomorrow
the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had
here i stand head in hand, turn my face to the wall
if she's gone i can't go on, feeling two foot small
with this song for all the lonely people
thinking that life has passed them by
i saw her laugh, and then she said "go away"
shoulda been could been woulda been would been you
may you you always know the truth
and see the light surrounding you
i've known a lot of fancy dancers
people who can glide you on the floor
they move so smooth but have no answers
i've been a miner for a heart of gold
i'm not the world's most passionate guy
but when i looked in your eyes i almost fell
i pushed you away, i walked to the door
you're just like me, i know you know, so leave me alone.
i believe in miracles
reflections of the way life used to be
clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
oh baby, baby, it's a wild world.
i'm always wondering where you are
even though i'm the one who's gone
i left you waiting there at home
giving me the chance to come to my senses
i never tried to make you think
or let you see one thing for yourself
why can't you see you're just not near enough like me?
i can't be seen with you.
it's breaking my heart
shaking my confidence daily
my mind, it's such a fine mind
that keeps me searching for a heart of gold
how stupid is it, i can't talk about it
the gypsy moves from coast to coast
knowing many loving none, bearing sorrow having fun
he fixes broken hearts, i know, that he truly can
in the garage, i feel safe, no one cares about my ways
all around me are familiar faces, worn out places
going nowhere, no expression, no tomorrow
the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had
here i stand head in hand, turn my face to the wall
if she's gone i can't go on, feeling two foot small
with this song for all the lonely people
thinking that life has passed them by
i saw her laugh, and then she said "go away"
shoulda been could been woulda been would been you
may you you always know the truth
and see the light surrounding you
i've known a lot of fancy dancers
people who can glide you on the floor
they move so smooth but have no answers
i've been a miner for a heart of gold
i'm not the world's most passionate guy
but when i looked in your eyes i almost fell
i pushed you away, i walked to the door
you're just like me, i know you know, so leave me alone.
i believe in miracles
reflections of the way life used to be
clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
oh baby, baby, it's a wild world.
mistressmissy:
if you are planning to stay at mariothemonkey's house after cedar point, please go tell him so in his journal so he doesn't cancel!
_seven_:
damn the <random>!