02/12/2009 - What a waste of my time
This is a story of how I sabotage myself with women. I always leave an impression, but never a really good one. As time went by, I realized that we were never more than friends all along.(all along.) So when will this part of one become a party of two? What can I do to prove to you that this is more than you think? So I’ll break down the barrier cast around your heart and hope that my words and actions will really ever matter.
I drove this far to tell you to hop shotgun and ride past all those mile markers that indicate where we’re not. But now even after our midnight drives, I’m pretty confident that I hate you. I want to break you. Everything about the way you move and compose yourself, makes me regret ever having been your helpless little pet. So listen up, I’m done. Go find another man, hon. Another life to ruin, another escape plan. For now this boy knows better, and seeing bluer skies and clearer weather, because now I figured out that your face is only good for myspace pouts.
