"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Friday, March 28, 2008

More of the All, Less of the Nothing

Something in that smile makes me
Weak, and I try my hardest not to laugh.
You're ridiculous to an extreme, sort of
Funny in a childish sort of way
Yet it's not the charm that charms me
It's not the attraction that attracts me
It's everything that shouldn't, all
The things that make no sense
And it's frustrating
Irritating
Awful, terrible, miserable
And I can't make head nor tail of it all, even
The things that should be perfectly clear

We're absolutely wrong in every way
I don't want you, and you
Don't want me
But I'm afraid that it's not going to be
How we wish it was
Because despite the wrongs, it's
Absolutely right, and
I'll always wonder if we should have tried
Just a little bit harder
To keep it right

I'll never be enough for you
And you will never be enough for me
But I'll settle if you'll settle
I'll take care of you if you'll take me in
I don't want you forever, and you
Won't want me that long, either
But now is enough
This time is enough
These moments are just enough
To make the whole struggle worth the effort.

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