i keep having this “vision”, i guess you can call it a daydream, but i cant tell if im laying in a giant bed or laying on a beach but im watching you. youre either in your underwear or a bathingsuit but youre trying on all these big fur coats, telling me the animal as you spin around showing me your curves underneath. after ive seen a couple, you run and jump on me and asked me...
im going to say it to you one of these days. when you least expect it.
grrrant: If you feel bad because you think you thought too much, you haven’t thought enough.
eh, lil/real lil sumsum
“i know theres not a damn thing in my head its friday night and im going to bed my tv is screaming louder than the dead i never understood a word you said i know theres not a damn thing that you said its friday night and i think im dead ive heard you screaming louder in my bed i never understood whats in my head”
love is the white foam sizzling at the end of a wet log in a fire. i can see it.
its hard to do anything when youre so good at daydreaming.
ill be a real father. not saying mine was bad growing up, its just i wouldnt do anything the same as he did. my son or daughter is all i really look forward to in my life. climbing trees, running around and what not. the wife….i wish i could say something about my future wife..but my child will be beautiful ill sing to my whole family. happy songs with a guitar or the piano that’ll be...
all i know is that i dont know, and that is my biggest flaw. that phone call today made me realize alot. i will make it up to you. i dont know how (of course) but i will, somehow.