I’m kinda drunk. And honest. Oh so honest.
I’m so bad. I should just… i dunno, adjust or something. I’ll get there eventually, I guess. *sigh* I’m sorry I’m so… whatever this is…
mac and cheese then bed.
So I’m a hopeless romantic, sentimentalist, and disgustingly lovesick. What do I do about it? Fuel the fire and listen to Norah Jones, of course…
“The Nearness of You”
Why do I just wither and forget all resistance
When you and your magic pass by
My heart’s in a dither dear
When you’re at a distance
But when you are near, oh my…
Its not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me,
Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you
It isn’t your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation,
Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you
When you’re in my arms
And I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams
Came true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you’ll only grant me
The right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you.
I guess today’s just a music-heavy day…
“Falling For The First Time” – Barenaked Ladies
I’m so cool, too bad I’m a loser
I’m so smart, too bad I can’t get anything figured out
I’m so brave, too bad I’m a baby
I’m so fly, that’s probably why it
Feels just like I’m falling for the first time
I’m so green, it’s really amazing
I’m so clean, too bad I can’t get all the dirt off of me.
I’m so sane, it’s driving me crazy
It’s so strange, I can’t believe it
Feels just like I’m falling for the first time
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind
It feels just like I’m falling for the first time
It feels just like I’m falling for the first time
I’m so chill, no wonder it’s freezing
I’m so still, I just can’t keep my fingers out of anything
I’m so thrilled to finally be failing
I’m so done, turn me over cause it
Feels just like I’m falling for the first time
Anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction? What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection? Maybe the worst is behind
Listened to what is generally my oldest and most random playlist last night/this morning. Right before I went to bed, the Foo Fighter’s “Learn to Fly” came on, a song that was really popular my sophomore year of highschool (and first year at IMSA) – now I’m all nostalgic…
“Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
I think I’m done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I’d give it all away if you give me one last try
We’ll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to
Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to, learn to, learn to”
I love rediscovering music I love. Today’s rediscovery: Jars of Clay (I just ignore the “christian” part of their genre… )
Fear is keeping time with the beating of my heart
Doin’ way too much thinkin’
And it’s tearing me apart
But I, I feel you reach for me… – “Hand”
Funny how that works…