Cotton candy and a rotten mouth...

cotton candy and a rotten mouth
you know you're so fucked up
no, i couldn't help but have it for you
and everybody knows the way i walk
and knows the way i talk
and knows the way i feel about you
it's all a bunch of shit
there's nothing to do around here
it's totally fucked up
i'm totally fucked up
wish you were here

I don't know why I find the beginning of this song so catchy. I know it doesn't seem very deep, but I guess you'd have to hear it. I really shouldn't be blogging, because I've only slept four hours and I definitely need more sleep before 1 when I go to work, but whatever. I realized it's probably been exactly one week since my last blog entry, and now is as good a time as any. But unfortunately, this is going to be permeated with lyrics.

she grabs her magazines
she packs her things and she goes
she leaves the pictures hanging on the walls
she burns all her notes
and she knows she's been here too few years to feel this old

he smokes his cigarette
he stays outside 'til it's gone
if anybody ever had a heart
well, he wouldn't be alone
but he knows she's been here too few years to be gone

and we always say
it would be good to go away someday
yeah but if there's nothing to make things change
if it's the same for you i'll just hang

the trouble, understand,
is she got reasons he don't
funny how i couldn't see at all
until she grabbed up her coat
and she goes,
she's been here too few years to take it all in stride
yeah but still it's much too long to let hurt go (let her go)

and we always say
it would be good to go away someday
yeah but if there's nothing there to make things change
if it's the same for you i'll just hang
the same for you i'll always hang

well i always say
it would be good to go away
but if things don't work out like we think
and there's nothing there to ease this ache
and there's nothing there to make things change
if it's the same for you
i'll just hang

Had a relatively nice time in Dingle. It was beautiful, although I didn't do what I actually went there to do, which was bike the peninsula, and I'm annoyed about that. Had a big disappointing fight with Kate, which although we pretended to forget about the next day, I didn't really forget. I don't know--I was really hurt and angry. It's not often that anything she says or does makes me really hurt and angry. Most of the time it's sharp little comments that I just ignore, or a really bad mood that I walk away from. But this time... I don't know. I don't know if I should talk to her about it. Maybe a real friend would just forget about it, but I think she should know, because I think I have one of the thicker tolerances for it amongst people, and it bothered me, so maybe she ought to know. But it's just a small unkindness, in the grand scheme of things, a small flaw, so maybe I should also just forget it. Maybe I'm just too sensitive.

Can't seem to shake this illness after five days, which even I know is a bad sign. And now I probably really need to go to sleep. This wasn't quite as productive an entry as I'd hoped.

there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it's still a little hard to say what's going on
there's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
there's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that i can't say what's going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there's still a little bit of your song in my ear
there's still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that i can't see what's going on

Something to add to the life goals list: Learn to play my favorite songs on guitar. I can't believe I'm leaving already. More later, I hope.