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I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder is there anything
I'm going to miss
I wonder how it's going to be
When you don't know me
How's it going to be
When you're sure I'm not there
How's it going to be
When there's no one there to talk to
Between you and me
Cause I don't care
How's it going to be
Where we used to laugh
There's a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
A silence I can't ignore
Like the hammock by the doorway
We spent time in swings empty
Don't see lightning like last fall
When it was always about to hit me
I wonder how's it going to be
When it goes down
How's it going to be
When you're not around
How's it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cause I don't care
How's it going to be
And how's it going to be
When you don't know me anymore
And how's it going to be
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion
Oblivion
How's it going to be
When you don't know me anymore
How's it going to be
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[28 Jul 2003|12:17am] |
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imissyou___incubus |
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To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
that I can't explain
So would I be out of line if I said
I miss you?
I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you
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[25 Jul 2003|12:20am] |
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ifyoureallywanttohearaboutit___theataris |
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another lonely seaside town
where the seasons closed it down.
but if you close your eyes
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.
another year you'll all be here
falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
it'll be grand and just what you planned
'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes.
he says he'll write, but he won't write
and you will waste your time
so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.
on this lonely winter's day
while all the crowds were still away
I realized the attraction
to temporary miles and holidays.
boardwalk dreams all boarded up
another souvenir made to be broken.
chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun.
I'd rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
When summers gone I won't be sad
as you cling on to all the good times that you've had
'cause being alone isn't really all that bad.
don't ever tell anyone anything
or else you'll wind up missing everybody.
don't ever tell anyone anything.
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[23 Jul 2003|12:03am] |
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waitingforyou___allister |
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If I could tell you one thing
Then I'd tell you everything
I'd probably say that you've been on my mind
Since we held hands out in the rain
Smoking cigarettes to play
Off all the butterflies I had inside
And now I think that you should know
That you've got everything
That I've wanted for so damn long
And that I wouldn't hesitate to trade away everything
If you tell me that I'm not wrong
So know I think that you should know
That I've been waiting for you
Since we sat underneath the stars
as I held you in my arms
Killing just another summer night
It's funny how the best things happen sometimes
And how I'll always remember those endless nights
But don't forget I regret the fact that I have to leave you
Right as the best part starts
So I thought I'd take the time to say
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[22 Jul 2003|01:00am] |
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I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled, and served with the table set.
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick where you will sit and contemplate your day. I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albms back as you're lying here drifting off to sleep. I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you: you won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free from the teathers of this scene, start a brand new colony where everything will change. We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased).
The sun will heat the ground under our bare feet in this brand new colony. Everything will change.
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[21 Jul 2003|01:44am] |
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How could I be so scared? Feeling like I did.
With my feet touching your feet under your sheets, I was feeling like a prince.
But you live on the mainland and I'm stuck on an island and the distance makes me sick.
That's why I dream of being able to touch you,
baby this relationship is held together by weekends; weeks apart
It's getting really bad.
My teeth smile so seldom that it's tempting to grind them
Long Island makes me mad.
It must be something that you do.
Cause baby I am gripping the telephone
I am holding my plastic you as tight as I can.
I won't let go
I hope this telephone feeling like a kid.
It's like a microphone, try whispering secrets into it,
And I am tied to this phonecard, cause you're on the other end.
This is my millionth phone card
So if I kiss you just pretend that you tasted me.
I'm in your mailbox.
I got a little lonely at home
So open your mailbox.
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