My future is with you...

bohemrev — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 13:45:31 GMT

I hear the clock, it’s six a.m.
I feel so far away from where I’ve been
I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too
Got my maple syrup, everything but you
I break the yolks and make a smiley face
I kinda like it in my brand new place
I wipe the spots off of the mirror, don’t leave the keys in the door
I never put wet towels on the floor anymore ’cause

Dreams last so long, even after you’re gone
I know, that you love me and soon you will see
You were meant for me and I was meant for you

I called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn’t wanna talk
So picked up a paper, it was more bad news
More hearts being broken or people being used
Put on my coat in the pouring rain
I saw a movie it just wasn’t the same
’cause it was happy and I was sad and
It made me miss you oh so bad cause

Dreams last so long, even after you’re gone
I know, that you love me and soon you will see
You were meant for me and I was meant for you

I go about my business, I’m doing fine
Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line
Same old story, not much to say
Hearts are broken every day

I brush my teeth and put the cap back on
I know you hate it when I leave the light on
I pick up a book and turn the sheets down and then
Take a deep breath and a good look around

Put on my pj’s and hop into bed
I’m half alive but I feel mostly dead
I, I try and tell myself it’ll be all right
I just shouldn’t think anymore tonight ’cause

Dreams last so long, even after you’re gone
I know, that you love me and soon you will see
You were meant for me and I was meant for you
Yeah, you were meant for me and I was meant for you

Haha, I heart this song.

bohemrev — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:30:30 GMT

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need

[Chorus]

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

[Chorus]

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind end the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

bohemrev — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:07:26 GMT

I'm feeling a bit perkier today, but my throat is still killing me and I'm having problems swallowing. I was coughing up a buttload of phlegm earlier. I'm still barely choking down Soup and Jell-o, so Turkey dinner may be out of the question today.

I feel real bad too, because Tom just came in and apparently he is so sick now too. (Which actually doesn't surprise me all that much considering how much I was coughing all over him). I just feel real bad. Jeez.

bohemrev — Sat, 01 Oct 2005 21:39:08 GMT

I wish my essay was on Jane Austen. That's a much more agreeable topic.

That, and I'm willing to join Yolanda any time she might want to see it again.

I have a question:

Why aren't men romantic like they used to be? I mean how hard is it to stand with one fist on your hip every now and then?

Friends Only

bohemrev — Thu, 15 Apr 2004 12:06:37 GMT