She's not hte kind of girl
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself
She takes a little time
In making up her mind
She doesn't want to fight against the tide
Lately
I'm
Not the only one
I say
Never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
maybe you'll get what you want this time around
Can't bear to face the truth
So sick he cannot move
And when it hurts he takes it out on you
Lately
I'm not the only one
I say
Never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
She knows the human heart
And how to read the stars
Now everythings about to fall apart
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around?
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want htis time around?
The trick is to keep breathing...
.... ... ... ....
I had lots of dreams last night. Very restless. Very.
Had a dream I was back in LA.... or that could have been a memory.
And then I wasn't.
Had a dream I sold all the funiture in my apt in preparation for my move. I was sitting on my living room floor reading a book, texting someone.
Had a dream I was in Times Square eating lunch. Watching people go by, waiting for someone who never came.
Had a dream I was driving down a tree-lined road somewhere up north. The sun was barely peaking through, casting shadows across the road. I was racing someone, but couldn't see who, couldn't tell if they were ahead or behind. The road curved back and forth, up the side of a mountain. So fucused on accellerating and braking, trying not to lose control, but coming so close at every turn.
And then I wasn't.
I was sitting on the beach. The Santa Monica Pier was to my right. I had my camera and was taking pictures of a couple people surfing. It was warm, but not hot. I could feel the afternoon sun on my chest and shoulders. I was living through my lens, not thinking about the rest of the world. Only seeing, capturing, saving.
Had a dream I was on a stage, holding a microphone. There was a band behind me. I knew the music but not the words. I looked out into the crowd and could only see one face. It was yours.
And then I was awake. No more dreams until tonight.... well... except for the one I'm living in.
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself
She takes a little time
In making up her mind
She doesn't want to fight against the tide
Lately
I'm
Not the only one
I say
Never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
maybe you'll get what you want this time around
Can't bear to face the truth
So sick he cannot move
And when it hurts he takes it out on you
Lately
I'm not the only one
I say
Never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
She knows the human heart
And how to read the stars
Now everythings about to fall apart
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around?
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want htis time around?
The trick is to keep breathing...
.... ... ... ....
I had lots of dreams last night. Very restless. Very.
Had a dream I was back in LA.... or that could have been a memory.
And then I wasn't.
Had a dream I sold all the funiture in my apt in preparation for my move. I was sitting on my living room floor reading a book, texting someone.
Had a dream I was in Times Square eating lunch. Watching people go by, waiting for someone who never came.
Had a dream I was driving down a tree-lined road somewhere up north. The sun was barely peaking through, casting shadows across the road. I was racing someone, but couldn't see who, couldn't tell if they were ahead or behind. The road curved back and forth, up the side of a mountain. So fucused on accellerating and braking, trying not to lose control, but coming so close at every turn.
And then I wasn't.
I was sitting on the beach. The Santa Monica Pier was to my right. I had my camera and was taking pictures of a couple people surfing. It was warm, but not hot. I could feel the afternoon sun on my chest and shoulders. I was living through my lens, not thinking about the rest of the world. Only seeing, capturing, saving.
Had a dream I was on a stage, holding a microphone. There was a band behind me. I knew the music but not the words. I looked out into the crowd and could only see one face. It was yours.
And then I was awake. No more dreams until tonight.... well... except for the one I'm living in.
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