It's not like I wanna get married. I never asked you to kiss me. I just don't want you to be sorry you didn't try.
problems I have with these lyrics:
1. I could never not kiss Chris Thile when given the opportunity.
2. I find it impossible to believe that anyone could ever reject him.
But then again I am a loser-fan. So...who knows?
I could kick myself for all the stupid stuff I do. I am a big, super gigantic loser and I'd prefer that be the end of that. Not really. I don't even remember typing that. I'm spaced out. Sad, ridiculous.
Please yell at me. Please tell me what you don't like about me. Please say that you're tired of me.
But don't disappear off the face of the earth. Especially when I'm in the middle of ranting.
I don't think I can listen to Sabra Girl again. Not today. Does my brain know how to make my heart ache? Or is it just Sara Watkins?
Monday, December 10, 2007
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i can't tell you things i don't like about you, because i love all of you, so....if chris thile ever decides to marry somebody, i nominate you. you would be perfect. when it became not illegal to marry. never mind.
i'm stupider. because i think X is flirting with this girl who is MORE than a little taken. but i think i'm making it up. i don't know. life.
see, i'm the loser. check you email.
*cough* emilea
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