my blue guitar

__2004-11-01 @ 6:57 p.m._______ I can't let you be, cause your beauty won't allow me wrapped in white sheets, like an angel from a bedtime story and shut out what they say, cause your friends are fucked up anyway and when they come around, somehow they feel up and you feel down. When we were kids, we hated things our parents did we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show that's when friends were nice, to think of them just makes you feel nice the smell of grass in spring and October leaves cover everything. Have you forgotten how to love yourself? I can't believe all the good things that you do for me sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice and shut out what they say; they're too dumb to mean it anyway When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did backyard summer pools and Christmases were beautiful and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments and the open drapes look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes Have you forgotten how to love yourself? -Have You Forgotten Red House Painters I'm so pathetic right now...I'm ill for the first time in almost 7 months with a cold and I'm sitting around listening to music about missing people. Somehow, it's giving me a sense of comfort...nothing really new on the west coast front...just waiting for something to happen tomorrow night...like the rest of the world. I miss all of you and hope your Halloween was lovely and scary and stuff. love, me. << | >>