Sunday, November 25, 2007

song lyrics seem to define me

so I'm pretty sure I can write a paragraph using only song lyrics expressing all my inner fears and thoughts and desires. Or at least some of them.

Is it too late to call this off? Do you, don't you, want me to love you? What do you want from me? Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on, tell me the answer. Have I held out for something that is never going to happen? I can see a lot of life in you, I can see a lot of bright in you, I don't know what to do... this heart's on fire. You know you pick me up from where some try to drag me down. And we go reaching for each other, to keep warm, to stay bright. Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks. I'm standing on the stage of fear and self-doubt, that love of yours, to miss that love is something I'd hate. I wish that we could see if we could be something. I wish I was your favourite girl, basically, I wish that you loved me.