Pity, take pity on me. ‘Cause I’m not half the man that I should be. Always turning to run, from the people I should not be afraid of.
And darling, you should know that I have fantasies about being alone. It’s like love is a lesson, that I can’t learn. I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn.
I know you can’t hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won’t swim but who will dip his toe in just to keep you here with him.
I’ve got this habit I abhor. When we go out I’m always watching the door. ‘cause if there’s someone I’m gonna see who could outdo the things you do to me.
And I know you can’t hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won’t fly but who will take to the skies if he thinks you are about to say goodbye.
Pity, take pity on me. ‘cause I’m not half the man that I should be. And I don’t blame you, you’ve had enough, of all these empty promises and countless bluffs.
‘cause I know you can’t hold out forever waiting on a diamond and a tether from a boy who won’t jump when he falls in love. He just stands with his toes on the edge and he waits for it to disappear again.
You get jaded with life, and you always expect the worse thing to happen. Ill be honest, it usually does. I guess you have to wait for someone to surprise you every time, who can make you optimistic again.
A very traditional black woman cam to me after a seminar in my gender roles in society class tonight. She inquired about my shorts. She wasn’t meaning to be offensive but she kept asking what i called them. I was really confused at first. “Uhh, shorts?” I think she was trying to get me to use the phrase “daisy dukes” but i didn’t feel like that was a valid label to put on my shorts. For me, they weren’t that short. Either way, i handled that conversation how i felt it needed to be. We had just watched a video about hip hop and how artists use women to portray their thug image. They showed music videos like Nelly’s “Tip Drill” which i thought were pretty vulgar and kind of disturbing. But they also showed videos of regular girls walking down the street getting groped left and right. I believe this woman thought that because i was wearing shorts that men would automatically treat me the same way. She was glad to hear that that was not the case at all but it really made me think about that question more deeply. I think men can sense the difference between when a woman is dressing for the nice weather and when a woman is dressing to be sexy and attract attention. Now i had on shorts, but the rest of my outfit consisted of a tank top and a long sleeve shirt, a jacket, and gladiator sandals. The girls in the video had their hair and makeup done, tank tops, heels, and shorts on. I think even girls can recognize that there is a difference between when its super hot and you just want to be comfortable and when you really are trying to get people to look at you. I don’t know, i was just trying to enjoy the day and wear some shorts. People are entitled to their opinion though. Oh well.
I went back and looked at our emails. The one’s that started this love. The countless emails back and forth. I didn’t know they would lead to this. To me. To the most wonderful Valentine’s day. You did everything possible for me. You made me happier than i have been in a long time. I wonder if you know my thoughts of you. I try my best to communicate them but i feel they’re lost in the translation. I can only hope you see it in my eyes. You know i cry because i’m afraid of the unknown. I beg for confirmation of our love even though i don’t really need it. I know you love me. I can see it. I just want to know it will last. That i will be as happy as i can be, forever. That i will never feel the pain of you slipping away. I know you can’t tell me forever but i want you to know that’s what i want. And if you want that to then that’s as happy as I’ll ever be.You didn’t know when you were writing those emails that it would lead to this, and we don’t know what this will lead to now. But i love every second. Every second i feel secure, that no matter what happens throughout my day that you will always be there waiting for me. You are a wonderful friend.
So i thought moving out would help this relationship. My brother told me it got so much easier once he moved out…but has anything really changed? No, you’re still the same towards me. You still let your mood effect your perception and its ruining any type of bond we ever had. I hate being around you sometimes. And i hate that i hate it, i wish i could sit and listen to you tell stories. I want to know so much more about you. You have seen and done things that i will never get the chance to do…i just wish your attitude wouldn’t get in the way of you being able to share with me. I don’t want to feel this way…but it seems like i already lost you.
"Thought I saw you yesterday But I didn’t stop cause you was walking the opposite way I guess I could have shouted out your name But even if it was you I don’t what I would say We can sit and reminisce about the old school Maybe share a cigarette because we both fools Chop it up and compare perspectives Life, Love, Stress, and Set backs Yes You could tell me how hard you had it And you could show me all the scars to back it And we can analyze each complaint Break it down and explain these mistakes I make I like to tangle up the strings of the puppetry But you knew me back when I was a younger me You’ve seen Sean in all types of light And I’ve been meaning to ask you if I’m doing alright
(Chorus) Yesterday, was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you?
Yesterday, was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you?
I’m Shook I know I pushed when I should have pulled Took it all back if I could, I put that on my soul And I would make a top notch good listener If you could block off a little time out to give it here Since we went our separate paths I’ve hit a couple of snags That remind me of the past I cant front I’m having a blast But damned if I ain’t afraid of how long its gonna last Sitting here wishing we could kick it Give me your opinions I do miss the criticisms I didn’t mean to be distant Make a visit I’ll wait up and keep the coffee brewing in the kitchen
But who am I jokin’ with? Theres no way that you and I will ever get to re-open it
It doesn’t matter this is more than love And maybe if I’m lucky, get to see you out the corner of yesterday
was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you?
Yesterday was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you.
And when you left I didn’t see it coming I guess I slept it ain’t like you was running You crept out the front door slow And I was so self-absorbed I didn’t even know And by the the time I looked up, it was booked up You put it all behind you, the bad and the good stuff A whole house full of dreams and steps I think you’d be impressed with the pieces I kept You disappeared but the history is still here Thats why I try not to cry over spilt beer I can’t even get mad that your gone Leaving me was probably the best thing you ever taught me I’m sorry, it’s official I was a fistful I didn’t keep it simple Chip on the shoulder, anger in my veins Had so much hatred now it brings me shame Never thought about the world with out you And I promise that I’ll never say another bad word about you I thought I saw you yesterday, But I know it wasn’t you, cause you passed away dad
Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy cause I miss you?”
Retarded holiday for me. I like food, and i like eating with my family for once. But we should be thankful everyday, for every good thing that we have in our lives. I’m not sure dedicating a day to being thankful really does anyone any justice. Plus…how do the Native American’s feel about today? I’d really like to know that one. Probably not very thankful… Anywho… just thought id throw my opinion out there for thanksgiving. It’s a descent holiday with good intentions, but it should only be a reminder that we need to be thankful everyday of our lives.
Moved all of my stuff yesterday…pretty cool having my own place…i don’t have to worry about shutting the door…EVER. On another note…i feel very pent up right now. Like all i ever do is work and go to school. I know this is not the case. but i need an adventure. i need to die my hair green or something. something to break up the pace of my life. Btw…i hate homework… (it’s lame and unexciting)
Why can’t you see? Can’t you see it? I know you feel it, I know you do. Look in my eyes and tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m dreaming. Tell me logic never fails. I know it does, throw it away. I’m not your logical choice. I will never be the logical choice. But your heart doesn’t speak in logic. It speaks in french as i do to you. Je suis content avec tu, Don’t break mon Coeur sil vous plait.
Yes by being on Tumblr, Facebook, and Pandora…I’m procrastinating from doing the first draft of my 4 page synthesis essay.. but the more assignments i do for English the more i realize about myself. So i guess i will thank you, Amanda Jenkins for being a hippie English teacher from Evergreen =]