Sunday, September 26, 2010


I wanna get to know somebody who's the opposite of me, someone I wouldn't usually get to know.
I wanna dance in the rain.
I wanna feel no pain.

Instead of goin' insane, right here by your side.
I'd rather be in the storm.
I'd rather be cold, alone, than warm, right here by your side.
I've gotta find where I belong.
I ain't gonna find that here, right here by your side.

This is stupid...
How they cuss.
Too bad I'm just not good enough.
I gotta get out of their way, before they run me down and over, right here by your side.
Oh, but they won't touch you!
Oh, but they just can't!
You're too good!
You're too neat!
You're too cool!
I could drool.
Too bad she doesn't drool over your fancy-shmancy new hair cut.
Or your hottie-tottie new phone.
Or your cutsie-patootsie new accent.
Or the way you run...
I don't know.

Don't know much anymore.
But I'm runnin'.
When I'm runnin' I try not to feel.
The segments are all comin' back to me.
And I try not to let it feel real.

It's all comin' back to me now.
Like, touché, deja vu, oh my gawd.
I wanna touch, wanna smell, wanna start over new.

But not here, right here by your side.

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