how to forget
and we knew it was time to take a chance here
and time to compromise our lives for awhile
and it was time for all the wrong reasons
but time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight
and we sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again
-jason mraz
so you go about your usual business. the same routine restored to ensure long-term sanity and normalcy. you do not think anymore about that person who just left. who just left without a cause. you take to the comfort of familiarity, the music you've loved since you knew how to break promises or how to be at the recieving end of it. in this case, you listen to gin blossoms. so, headphones blaring, you are cushioned from the noise of the morning rush hour. everything's gonna be alright, you say.
then just before you cross the street, you see this girl in a black shirt. and across it emblazoned, in bold white, the name you've decided to forget. you can take one girl, how about fifteen of them. the whole damn crew for the play and there's just you.
you open your e-mail and a spammer pretends to be that whom should not be mentioned asking if you'd like to join a new friends network. do you dare scream.
then you get a call. hey, your new partner is named guess what?
at home, you try to find meaning in HBO. funny white guy gets into a gunshoot scene with cool black guy. columbian drug lords, expensive cars, all caught in the crossfire. nice, you say. dumbass movie. then cool black guy (damon wyans) calls out to funny white guy (adam sandler), "hey, get over here *****!" screaming tadpoles! that name again.
then you give up. give up trying to forget.
there's no way, you say. even when you sleep you remember.
and time to compromise our lives for awhile
and it was time for all the wrong reasons
but time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight
and we sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again
-jason mraz
so you go about your usual business. the same routine restored to ensure long-term sanity and normalcy. you do not think anymore about that person who just left. who just left without a cause. you take to the comfort of familiarity, the music you've loved since you knew how to break promises or how to be at the recieving end of it. in this case, you listen to gin blossoms. so, headphones blaring, you are cushioned from the noise of the morning rush hour. everything's gonna be alright, you say.
then just before you cross the street, you see this girl in a black shirt. and across it emblazoned, in bold white, the name you've decided to forget. you can take one girl, how about fifteen of them. the whole damn crew for the play and there's just you.
you open your e-mail and a spammer pretends to be that whom should not be mentioned asking if you'd like to join a new friends network. do you dare scream.
then you get a call. hey, your new partner is named guess what?
at home, you try to find meaning in HBO. funny white guy gets into a gunshoot scene with cool black guy. columbian drug lords, expensive cars, all caught in the crossfire. nice, you say. dumbass movie. then cool black guy (damon wyans) calls out to funny white guy (adam sandler), "hey, get over here *****!" screaming tadpoles! that name again.
then you give up. give up trying to forget.
there's no way, you say. even when you sleep you remember.
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6:27 p. m.
4 comentarios:
listen to pavlov. get an ugly dog and name it ******. then watch it ruin your furniture and piss on your files and stink like hell. you will then associate ****** with the ugly stinking dog. and when you hear or see the name ****** again, you will feel nothing but contempt, and eventualy, feel nothing.
written like a true blue cat lover.
so beautiful yet so melancholy. sleeping pills or espresso. take your pick.
hmmm. pills or caffeine? lets try both. see how much this thug of war will torch our brains.
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