I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Or seem to care what your heart is for
Well I don’t know him anymore
There’s nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s fine I’m torn
So I guess the fortune teller’s right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don’t care
I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch I’m torn
Last night as I was lying in bed texting Edgar I got pretty pensive… and after a while Edgar stopped texting (to get in the shower) so I randomly decided to text ze Robert. I was thinking back and I realized he’s the only person to ever have heard me cry. It probably didn’t mean anything to him then, but we were together during the roughest months of my life. I was a fucking walking disaster. When I cried to him two years ago, on the phone, my mother and I had just gotten into a really bad *fight*. And by fight I mean physical fight. It was so bad I had to miss a week of school.
That same week David came over to my house to check up on me. I mean I hadn’t shown up to school in a week! He sat on my bed, and I was sitting at my desk and David started crying. By then I was so over it, so numb from the pain I just couldn’t even cry about it.
Oh shit. Oh wow. This is not the topic I intended to write about but there it is. I’ll just cut this short.
Sandy’s baking blueberry muffins! Yumm~
Small note: Lyrics not to be applied to Rob. They’re separate. A story all their own.