I've written songs about space and time
When you told me you needed to figure out life
I've sung the songs about backing away
Songs about love that fades away
I wrote about a love once contained
The kind of love that made my world change
Only to have it thrown in my face
Pencil to paper
Thoughts become words
I started writing down all the pages of hurt.
Forgive and forget…
Give the benefit of the doubt
Second chances
They never really worked out.
This is my last song
this is where I say goodbye
To a love I thought was true
I can't give you what you want this time
You had my heart for quite sometime
But when I tell you this
Please don't look me in the eyes
Something uncertain
You thought that I was
But come to find out
You were the uncertain one.
You thought you'd get hurt
By falling for me
But looking back now
I gave up my heart too easily
You called it special
what you and I were
use the term loosely
and it cheapens the word
I hope you're comfy in the bed we made
I lost my heart with one mistake.
Your words told me one thing
But your actions spoke more
One day I hope you learn how to open the door
And love with your whole heart
Even if its not me
Swore I'd never show you
The scars from being crushed
But somewhere along the way
I wasn't as strong as I thought I was.
6.04.2008
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5.20.2008
5.16.2008
life lesson #10...
before leaving home, always check your kids for stray fruit snacks wedged in random places.....
5.12.2008
I wish there was a name for it....
Good morning friends!
It is a crisp, rainy morning in Costa Mesa, CA....I was already running a bit late for work but decided that on this day it was mandatory to have a London Fog and petite vanilla bean scone from SBux. I noticed that there was a drive thru starbucks and I figured I would try it...25 minutes later I was pulling away with a warm beverage and was even later for work but still...I was so content in that line, listening to Madeline Peyroux and excited about the upcoming weeks. I found myself smiling out the window tapping my Conversed foot. What's the word for that feeling that is inside of me right now...excitement does not do it justice. The kind where your heart so desperately wants to leap out of your chest and you can't help but take deep breaths every 5 minutes. I passed by my favourite area on my way to work...it's a road that passes by a park that overlooks most of Orange County and Long Beach...if I look to the right I see the ocean if I look to the left I see huge moutains...far away, but still close enough to get to in an hour road trip with a good roadtrip mix and coffee and some chains for the snow (well maybe several months ago). Then thinking about the scenery takes me to Ireland, and the movie PS: I love you (2 thumbs up). I've never been there but I can already picture what the photographs would look like... greenery all around, riding on a sheep with a scarf flapping in the wind and my face scrunched from laughter and happy tears. Laughter coming from behind the camera that echoes....it's probably the only thing I can hear because I've tuned everything else out. Gosh, what is the name for that feeling...? hmm...sentimentality perhaps? I think I got my portion and possibly an extra dose on the day that sentimentality was being distributed.
5.08.2008
5.05.2008
noodle disaster....
"there's spaghetti all in the pipes of our walls!!!" -brian grant
The sentence above is never something you want to hear your father shout out from underneath the kitchen sink. He was fixing our garbage disposal that we THOUGHT my grandfather fixed last week... But turns out he took out a mandatory piece. Why am I laughing quietly from the couch?Here are a few quotes from my dad...
"what?! and push spaghetti further into the walls of our house!?" he just said this to my mother after she had an idea of how to fix it.
"our toilets are going to fill with spaghetti"
"i just stuck my finger up there and that Is packed solid with spaghetti!"
"this is outrageous!" -lorrie grant
An entertaining night.
The sentence above is never something you want to hear your father shout out from underneath the kitchen sink. He was fixing our garbage disposal that we THOUGHT my grandfather fixed last week... But turns out he took out a mandatory piece. Why am I laughing quietly from the couch?Here are a few quotes from my dad...
"what?! and push spaghetti further into the walls of our house!?" he just said this to my mother after she had an idea of how to fix it.
"our toilets are going to fill with spaghetti"
"i just stuck my finger up there and that Is packed solid with spaghetti!"
"this is outrageous!" -lorrie grant
An entertaining night.
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