God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...
15 December 2009
01 December 2009
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need to say this and don't have anywhere to post it
i get angry at him when he implies i'll get over you, like you're some sort of childish toy that i'll forget within minutes of losing you from sight. i get really angry. my feelings are legitimate, deep, strong, and steady. he dismisses them out of hand to make himself feel better. i love him like a dog loves his fucking master's best friend, for christ's sake, and he's too dumb to realize that or even know what that means. fuckit.
i get angry at him when he implies i'll get over you, like you're some sort of childish toy that i'll forget within minutes of losing you from sight. i get really angry. my feelings are legitimate, deep, strong, and steady. he dismisses them out of hand to make himself feel better. i love him like a dog loves his fucking master's best friend, for christ's sake, and he's too dumb to realize that or even know what that means. fuckit.
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