Hmmm

So I've come to the conclusion that all girls here are a roller coaster. They are never as they seem and things change weekly. I guess I'm a slow learner for still trying to get to know them, but now I understand why they skip second base and go all the way home the first chance they get... it might be the only chance. I always have the feeling that there is something else at play, or even someone else. Like theres always something to hide, something that holds her back. I know I'm generalizing a little here but I've met more then a few like this. The one thing I dont understand is what makes people so afraid of something new......

Probably the wrong fish in the wrong pond.

I've been dreaming of sailing away
I'll build a boat out of paper-mâché
No belongings of any concern
I will be gone long before you will return

How can you try to hold on to
Names unequipped with a face
Look closely behind the ones in your mind
And safely beside the one that your heart believes

You're breathing life into brown paper bags
You set one down, so I took a drag
I can feel you in my lungs
Think my heart might jump the gun

Who would you like to hold on to
And who would you like to erase
Cause I can't decide, my heart and my mind
They don't think straight, they don't think straight

We've been very obsessed with the time
Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space

We've been so damn obsessed with the time
Picking the the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space

Can't get excited about space

Now who would you like to hold on to

And who would you like to erase

Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
Till I turn blue

Everyone’s hair is out to there
What a manly lookin' crew
I don’t think I’ll tease my hair
I’d rather sit here teasin' you.

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more

I seem to (have) lost my cowboy boots
With green fringe running down the sides
My soul machine has made me green
Cause my jeans didn’t turn out tight

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more.

When all these ruins are turned for you
You keep my livin' a life
Your smile rolls away their mouths
And your kiss makes it worth the ride

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more.

In one day?

Hmmmm

Can I do it?

edit: I did

Waiting at the station.
Waiting for the right moves.
Waiting in the basement.
Waiting for the right cues.
Waiting in a daydream.
Waiting in this slipstream.
Waiting...

Waiting in the right bars.
Waiting in the right shoes.
Waiting in a fast car.
Waiting in the airports,
waiting for my air-miles.
Waiting in slow motion,
coming through the turnstiles...

And if you ever change you mind,
you know I'm not hard to find.
And if you ever need someone,
I'll still be waiting...

Waiting with the orphans.
Waiting for the bee stings,
they tell me that success brings.
Waiting in the half-light.
Waiting through your whole life.
Waiting for an ideal, a low deal, a no deal.
Play your stereotype, oh yeah...

And if you ever find the time,
you know I'm not far behind.
And if you ever need someone,
I'll still be waiting...

Just waiting, for a friend.
Waiting...

I said it's alright!
It's alright, my friend...
Yeah it's alright!

Just waiting...