This one goes out to anyone that has ever truly cared for someone, be it 4 weeks or 4 years. Of course it's another one from Mr. Kinsella. I swear sometimes that he can read my mind.
"i've a picture of you--
a parisian street, early morning, late spring.
and i know what you were thinking.
you were taking a break from life. you were traveling light
(a pair of walking shoes and a sweater).
you were where you were when you pictured where you'd be--
anywhere but home.
well it's your last chance to change things.
i know you've been getting by alright,
and alright's okay for the day to day, but for the rest of your life?
an honest face like that,
you just can't take back that easily.
an honest face like that,
i just can't forget too easily.
(god knows i'm trying...)"
"i've a picture of you--
a parisian street, early morning, late spring.
and i know what you were thinking.
you were taking a break from life. you were traveling light
(a pair of walking shoes and a sweater).
you were where you were when you pictured where you'd be--
anywhere but home.
well it's your last chance to change things.
i know you've been getting by alright,
and alright's okay for the day to day, but for the rest of your life?
an honest face like that,
you just can't take back that easily.
an honest face like that,
i just can't forget too easily.
(god knows i'm trying...)"
I'm going. you should too, biatch.