i lost the taste from my tongue
as if i was licking up the sun
but now it’s just numb so your kiss means nothing
i’ve got your number on my list
but i won’t grant you your wish
yeah, i know you’re holding out for something
i can see right past your eyes
your paper thin disguise
but you seem to think it’s wise to waste my time but
i’m onto you, and i see through it
i know that you dare because you care and because you’ve got nothing else to do
keep that upper lip stiff
don’t drop because you’ve got a whiff
of what’s to come for us
i wouldn’t ditch you just for fun
but i’ve got a heart on the run
and it’s scared that you might be the one
it’s seen right past your charms
through breasts and open arms
but it can’t disregard what’s in your eyes
i thought i was through with you, but i see through
i know you dare because you care because you’ve got nothing else to do
if you would leave me be
i would run free
but you disagree and you’re holding onto me
you’re my personal eclipse
i can taste it with my lips
and i feel it in my hips but my enthusiasm’s gone
i thought we were through, but now i’m onto you
you dare to care because you’ve got nothing else to do
i lost the taste from my tongue
as if i was licking up the sun
but now i’m just numb.
Aren’t you wondering about that Shakespeare drinking game that was in store for me earlier? Apparently we’d have to drink every time we flubbed reading a line. The hard part is this: in Shakespeare you’re only allowed to breath at the periods. Commas, semicolons, and dashes are all pauses in speech – but they are not full stops and so can’t be used to take a breath. Combine this with the incredibly lengthy sentences and weird olden-time words and you’ve got yourself a decent drinking game. Of course, by definition all the decent ones get harder as you drink more…
ani sez…
i'm a good kisser and you're a fast learner and that kinda thing could float us for a pretty long time then one day you'd realize you've memorized my phone number and you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb you were smoking me weren't you? between your yellow fingers you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word
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Because i’m so very intelligent, i picked a huge fight with the president of the Campus Activities Board right in the middle of their office while i was using their computer to check my email. Sure, at the time i didn’t know he was their president (why would they elect someone so stupid?), and he’s ultimately responsible for funding and staging the Battle of the Bands, but i ripped into him all the same. Basically, the man is a total dweeb (i mean, i could beat him up… in fact, i think i might weigh more than him), and he has 0 musical aptitude. He actually started complaining about bands who name their album after a song rather than finding an unique name! He said it was the epitomy of laziness! Is he dumb? Sometimes a song is clearly the emotional center of an album, and so you make it the title track. I almost flew across the table at him when he started in on this conversation, but luckily i was held back by Kathe – who apparently cannot be driven into a homicidal blood-rage by ignorance to the arts. Hmph.