Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Almost Lover...


Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy for you
To walk right in and out of my life?

These are lyrics to song by A Fine Frenzy called...you guessed it...Almost Lover.
I hate the way songs have a way of rubbing stuff in. I always feel like calling her when i listen to this song. As if that would change anything. In fact now I've shibad...sasa now so what?!

5 comments:

  1. Woiye... Tragic stories...
    Don't call her!

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  2. I really like how you're using the word 'SHIBAD' more often:)

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  3. Please don't call...that will bring up more ish

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  4. Its aight...there's no denying inevitability. We are all victims of causality...

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