Ramblings:
You almost ran over a groundhog and watched in devastation as it searched for a safe place to rest. My heart hurt because you are that sensitive.
Genuinely and truly.
I told you we would change, that I would change and I have. You have. You are a striking man. I never tell you this. Absolutely beautiful. Physically, a tall, lithe partner. Your pale skin a contrast to mine. Your english features a complement to your frame. You smile and people are taken with you.
I watch girls become taken with you because you are shy and genuine and beautiful. Your voice is unparalleled. Your guitar playing is slow. But your voice is beautiful and unforced. You excel at nearly everything you do. You have a career I don't understand. Passions I don't share.
I find solace alone. You find solace in me and I am never there for you. You are trying to pull me in closer but you don't know how and you want me to tell you how. You want me to write down the directions for how to work me and I'm afraid I can't.
You're right. I've no leg to stand on when I say we've nothing in common. Politically we agree 100 percent. It's scary how we've moved from extremely liberal to wherever it is we are since college. We stood together on the lawn and cheered for Gore. We were passionate about politics. Our views have grown as we have.
You have introduced me to music I never would've touched and it has changed my life. You laugh at my taste in music but we agree on a few musicians and we are in complete sync.
You are genuinely hurt that I have crushes on other people. I have heard you talk on authors and I am blown away by the intellect you hide. I see it when you let it out. It surpasses mine. You read Sam Harris first. You introduce others to ideas and take no credit.
You try to hold me when I cry and I push you away. I'm sorry I find solace alone. The physical does not comfort me. Not ever. I don't think it ever will.
You almost ran over a groundhog and watched in devastation as it searched for a safe place to rest. My heart hurt because you are that sensitive.
Genuinely and truly.
I told you we would change, that I would change and I have. You have. You are a striking man. I never tell you this. Absolutely beautiful. Physically, a tall, lithe partner. Your pale skin a contrast to mine. Your english features a complement to your frame. You smile and people are taken with you.
I watch girls become taken with you because you are shy and genuine and beautiful. Your voice is unparalleled. Your guitar playing is slow. But your voice is beautiful and unforced. You excel at nearly everything you do. You have a career I don't understand. Passions I don't share.
I find solace alone. You find solace in me and I am never there for you. You are trying to pull me in closer but you don't know how and you want me to tell you how. You want me to write down the directions for how to work me and I'm afraid I can't.
You're right. I've no leg to stand on when I say we've nothing in common. Politically we agree 100 percent. It's scary how we've moved from extremely liberal to wherever it is we are since college. We stood together on the lawn and cheered for Gore. We were passionate about politics. Our views have grown as we have.
You have introduced me to music I never would've touched and it has changed my life. You laugh at my taste in music but we agree on a few musicians and we are in complete sync.
You are genuinely hurt that I have crushes on other people. I have heard you talk on authors and I am blown away by the intellect you hide. I see it when you let it out. It surpasses mine. You read Sam Harris first. You introduce others to ideas and take no credit.
You try to hold me when I cry and I push you away. I'm sorry I find solace alone. The physical does not comfort me. Not ever. I don't think it ever will.
There ought to be a town somewhere named for how I feel
Yeah I could be the mayor down there and say Welcome to Sorryville
It wouldnt be on a map no where, you might say that it dont exist
But if you make enough wrong turns, Itd be hard to miss.
There ought to a bridge somewhere they could dedicate to me.
I'd probably come to the ceremony with a can of gasoline.
Walk on over to the other side, where I'd light a match.
Sit and stare through the smoke and flames and wonder how I'm gonna get back.
Why do I do the things I do?
Was I born this way or am I self made fool?
I shoot the lights and I curse the dark.
I need your love but I break your heart.
And I know the words thatll bring you back.
But I dont say nothing as I watch you pack.
I had to work to become the jerk I've come to be.
It aint easy being me.
There oughta be a side show act for freaks like me.
I could be the star of the show with my name on the marquee.
In a room with a big red button that says danger do not touch.
Twice a day I'd mash it down and you can watch me self-destruct.
Why do I do the things I do?
Was I born this way or am I self made fool?
I shoot the lights and I curse the dark.
I need your love but I break your heart.
And I know the words that will bring you back.
But I dont say nothing as I watch you pack.
I had to work to become the jerk Ive come to be
It aint easy being me.
[Edited on May 07, 2006 9:45PM]