Sunday, April 24
left the com running with this song playing.. i wake up for no reason at 3plus am every morning.. even on sats and suns it seems. woke up at 3:14 again.. it might be my witching hour. i thought about things all night long.. restless tossing and turning prevailed.. i remembered my dreams so clearly when i got up.. but now they've escaped from my memory. waiting for my hair to dry so i can leave the house.
it's been hours, seems like days, since you went away.. and i do is check the screen to see if you're okay. you don't answer when i phone, guess you wanna be left alone. so i'm sending you my heart, my soul, and this is what i'll say.. i'm sorry oh so sorry, can't you give me one more chance.. to make it all up to you.. email my heart and say our love will never die.. i know you're out there and i know that you still care.. email me back and say our love will stay alive.. forever, email my heart.. i can see you in my mind, coming on the line and opening this letter that i've sent a hundred times.. here's a picture of us two.. i look so good on you.. and can't you please forgive me for the hurt i put you throught.. i'm sorry oh so sorry, can't you give me one more chance.. to make it up all up to you.. email my heart and say our love will never die.. i know you're out there and i know that you still care.. email me back and say our love wil stay alive.. forever, email my heart. i'm sorry, oh so sorry, can't you give me one more chance to make it all up to you.. --> email my heart, britney spears <--i hate that spears woman, but i like this tune. it's from her very first album i think. she actually has some pretty good tunes if you look past her personality. lame take on modernity thought. heh. email. heh. which reminds me. i've gotta email chris soon. althought she'll take another billion and one years to reply.
she's taking her time thinking of all the reasons to justify all the hurt inside.. guess she knows, by the look in their eyes, everyone's got a theory about the bitter one.. they're saying.. mama never loved her much, and daddy never keeps in touch.. that's why she shies away from human affection.. but somewhere in a private place, she packs her bag for outerspace.. and she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come.. she's saying.. i would fly to the moon and back.. if you'd be.. if you'd be my baby.. got a ticket for a world where we would belong, so would you be my baby? she can't remember a time when she felt needed.. if love was red then she was colour blind.. all her friends, they'd be tried for treason, and crimes that were never defined.. she's saying.. love's like a barren place, and reaching out for human faith.. is like a journey i just don't have a map for.. so baby gonna take a dive and put the shift to overdrive.. send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars.. what a pleasant dream.. she's saying.. i would fly to the moon and back.. if you'd be.. if you'd be my baby.. got a ticket for a world where we would belong.. so would you be my baby? --> to the moon and back, savage garden<--take me by the hand and lead me away from here.. somewhere far away.. who cares if it's escapist of us.. who's to say what's right and what's wrong...
it must've been love.
9:42 am
xoxo
