wish you were here

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I need my girl

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I love this song so much, I just don't know that I can listen to it anymore

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Folks say that you've found someone new To do the things I used to do for you Just call my name, I'm not ashamed I'll come running back to you Can't sleep at night, I can't eat a bite When you were mine I didn't treat you right Just call my name, I'm not ashamed I'll come running back to you Just like a king, I've lost everything I sit all alone on my throne I've got my pride, but deep down inside I'm yours and yours alone I try to forget, have no regrets This love of ours could always start anew Just call my name, I know I'm not ashamed I'll come running back to you Just like a king I've lost everything I sit all alone on my throne I've got my pride, but deep down inside I'm yours and yours alone I try to forget, have no regrets This love of ours could always start anew Just call my name I know, I know, I know I'm not ashamed I'll come running back to you.

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My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) Through buildings gone missing like teeth The sidewalks are watching me think about you Sparkled with broken glass I'm back with scars to show Back with the streets I know Will never take me anywhere but here The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand The strangers whose faces I know We meet here for our dress-rehearsal  To say, "I wanted it this way" Wait for the year to drown Spring forward, fall back down I'm trying not to wonder where you are All this time lingers, undefined Someone choose who's left and who's leaving Memory will rust and erode into lists  Of all that you gave me: A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest The best parts of lonely, duct-tape, and soldered wires New words for old desires And every birthday card I threw away I wait in 4/4 time Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on  To lead you home

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you were good

So I'm not who you wanted but You're still the one who sets the fire in me Guess I'll drink what I'll drink Until the loving touch I need is not a need

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look what I found in my shirt pocket

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the story so far

the sky will never look the same again

until you show me how it could be

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I know  just where  I stand  a boy Trapped in the body of a man and I'll take what you're willing to give And I'll teach myself to live With a walk-on part of a background shot From a movie I'm not in

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I wish the top two messages were switched around, and sent by the opposite people. 

(super late post, but hey, today is kind of a wallowing day)

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who needs sleep when you have dreams like these

scene:

room full of unknown characters (mostly unknown)

seated on couch: you and your ex-girlfriend (that you are still in love with)

she nonchalantly informs you of her recent marriage (not to you)

you remove yourself from the couch, tearing up, and leave the room

(this is strangely the most compellingly real portion of the dream)

upon your return elderly woman inquires "did you just cry?"

end of scene 

end of dream

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I love this girl (woman) and I'll never stop.  I wrote this months ago and I'm thinking I'll do some illustrations to accompany it and if I do they'll show up on here.  I don't think I'll continue with tumblr, as this has acted as an outlet of sorts for my feelings in relation to her and as much as I'd love to continue, I know it's not healthy... she's moved on. She means the world to me, she always will, and she's with me everyday.  Here goes:

A Story of Boy Meets Girl

When boy meets girl (or girl meets boy)

Does not exist a simpler joy

And in this tale, a girl did meet

A boy who turned out extra sweet

They dated nigh a year and half

And always made each other laugh

They traveled to the sunshine state

They drank, they laughed, they ate and ate

The boy hoped it would never end

He'd found in life his best of friends

This boy was older, he'd done the rounds

(Dating most the girls in town)

But when they met he was a smitten

To him it felt it had been written

That they would meet

And love

And live

His life for hers he'd happily give

Yet she was younger, and unsure

Forever was a scary word

So they did part, it bittersweet

The boy, at loss, on unsure feet

He loved her then, he loves her still

He knows he probably always will

Her spirit high, she always sings

As she plucks upon her guitar strings

He misses that, above all else

(How much she gave out of herself)

But time heals all, and life is long

So the boy will listen for her song

Per chance they were again to meet

Let's hope he sweeps her off her feet

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If I could only see you now for about an hour maybe just a minute just to ask What has he got that I don't have? Is it his brown eyes? I know blue eyes get boring but I'll wear dark glasses all the time and hey if you want me to, I'll take a knife to my own bright eyes.

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You'll always be the Donna Pinciotti to my Eric Forman

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Ja(y)ne

I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday  That life could be better by being together  Is what I cannot explain to Ja(y)ne

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7:55pm, laying outside, reading in the last minutes of light, birds chirping, imagining your head on my chest

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Listening to this (and thinking of you)

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Esquimalt Lagoon Sunset