domingo, 4 de octubre de 2009

< without3 < whithout3

i wish i could say....

come in come in into my life
come in come in stay awhile
come in come in door's open wide
come in come in you got time
what you what you want you know i got it
and what you what you got oh god i need it
and what you what you need i'm gonna be it
would you would you bring it i can take it
won't you won't you show me what you're made of
what you what you what you so afraid of
can't you see how perfectly
we were meant to be you and me
and i don't mind if it takes time
i know eventually you'll be mine
with persistence you will be convinced
what you what you want you know i got it
and what you what you got oh god i need it
and what you what you need i'm gonna give it to you
can't you see how perfectly
we were meant to be you and me
and i don't mind if it takes time
i know eventually you'll be mine
memories of harmonies
a date-night sweater on saturdays
honest words that make you sneeze
and what you want i got it
what you want you want
and what you what you need
is what i'm gonna be if you'll let me
everything you want
and everything you need
is what i'm gonna be just wait and see


and maybe

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

sábado, 3 de octubre de 2009

siht si ton riaf

sooooo, fuck...everytime i see HIM, SUX, i mean it really sux, i hate it, i paralize but not totally, just the part of myself that i can only say hello and go away, just to sabotage myself. I dont know, i mean the conversation was amazing, but maybe im afraid of something, something i dont know what is..... Fuck again. im having trouble speaking, i feel completly vulnerable.... i Dont like to see him, and hes always there! like in the spot i choose to stay and there he is... without me knowing... or choosing to be by his side. this is pathetic.. i feel... i feel a lot. Damn you.