WE GET ON
såhär dagen före dopparedagen känner jag mig inte lika bitter längre, inte lika hjärtekrossad och besviken på allt och alla som har med män att göra. idag är som vanligt, som allting var innan allting gick åt helvete. på grund av det (tack vare?) så tänkte jag skriva några rader som sammanfattar min missär de senaste veckorna. kate nash satte ord och toner på mitt tillstånd, vilket värmer och hjälper och får mig att inse att jag inte är så ensam och att det inte är så himla synd om mig:
simply, knowing you exist ain't good enough for me. but asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate. seeing as I can't even say hi when you walk by. and that time you took my hand it felt so nice, I swear I never felt this way about any other guy and I don't usually notice people's eyes but I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally, but I was walking along and bumped into you much more heavily than I had originally planned. it was well embarrassing and I think you thought I was a bit of a twat .I just think that we'd get on and I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song, but yeah I just think that we'd might get on.
so I went to that party where everyone, they looked kind of arty. and I was wearing this dress, 'cause I wanted to impress but I wasn't sure that I looked my best 'cause I was so nervous but I carried on regardless strutting through each room trying to find you. but when I saw you kissing that girl, my heart it shattered and my eyes they watered and when I tried to speak I stuttered. and my friends were like: whatever, you'll get some one better. his eyes are way to close together and we never even liked him from the start. and now he's with that tart, and I herd she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with michael. they say she's easy and if your guys with the one that's sleazy, then he aint worth your time 'cause you deserve a real nice guy
so I proceeded to get drunk and to cry. I locked myself in the toilets for the entire night.
saturday night, I watched channel 5 and I particularly liked CSI. I don't ever dream about you and me, I don't ever make up stuff about you and me that could be considered insanity. I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in ,I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing. I don't know your timetable, I don't know your face off by heart. but I must admit there's a part of me that still thinks that we might get on...
simply, knowing you exist ain't good enough for me. but asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate. seeing as I can't even say hi when you walk by. and that time you took my hand it felt so nice, I swear I never felt this way about any other guy and I don't usually notice people's eyes but I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally, but I was walking along and bumped into you much more heavily than I had originally planned. it was well embarrassing and I think you thought I was a bit of a twat .I just think that we'd get on and I wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song, but yeah I just think that we'd might get on.
so I went to that party where everyone, they looked kind of arty. and I was wearing this dress, 'cause I wanted to impress but I wasn't sure that I looked my best 'cause I was so nervous but I carried on regardless strutting through each room trying to find you. but when I saw you kissing that girl, my heart it shattered and my eyes they watered and when I tried to speak I stuttered. and my friends were like: whatever, you'll get some one better. his eyes are way to close together and we never even liked him from the start. and now he's with that tart, and I herd she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with michael. they say she's easy and if your guys with the one that's sleazy, then he aint worth your time 'cause you deserve a real nice guy
so I proceeded to get drunk and to cry. I locked myself in the toilets for the entire night.
saturday night, I watched channel 5 and I particularly liked CSI. I don't ever dream about you and me, I don't ever make up stuff about you and me that could be considered insanity. I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in ,I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing. I don't know your timetable, I don't know your face off by heart. but I must admit there's a part of me that still thinks that we might get on...
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