Thursday, February 18, 2010

This is a rendez-you have no idea what you just got yourself into.
Fake eyelashes and expensive clothes doth not my dreams make.
But I'm pretty sure you know that by now.
I'm almost positive you care.

So, hum along to the latest popular band on the radio
While I pretend that I don't know every word.
I'm not used to watching what I say,
But I'm not willing to sacrifice anything just yet.

Planning our futures according to dreams:
"Maybe you should keep me around?"

I want to be the piano you never play.
I want to be the locket you used to wear.
I want to be your more than nothing.
I want to be your less than something.
I want to be your in-between.

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