Simply, knowing you exist aint good enough for me
But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate
Seeing as I can't even say hi when you walk by
And that time you shook my hand it felt so nice
I swear I never felt this way about any other guy
And I don't usually notice people's eyes but..
I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally
But I was walking along and bumped into you much more heavily than
I had originally planned
It was well embarrassing and
I think you thought I was a bit of a twat
I just think that we'd get on
I wish I could tell you face to face
Instead of singing this stupid song
But yeah I just think that we might get on
So I went to that party
Everyone, they looked kind of arty
And I was wearing this dress
Cause I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure that I looked my best cause I was so nervous
But carried on regardless
Strutting through each room trying to find you
Then I saw you kissing that girl, my heart it shattered
And my eyes they watered and when I tried to speak I stuttered
And my friends were like, "Whatever, you'll find some one better
His eyes are way to close together
And we never even liked him from the start
And now he's with that tart
And I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with Michael
He said she's easy
And if your guys with the one that's sleazy
Then he aint worth your time
Cause you deserve a real nice guy"
So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry
Locked myself in the toilets for the entire night
Saturday night I watched channel 5
I particularly liked CSI
I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us, that could be considered insanity
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing
I don't know your timetable I don't know your face off by heart
But I must admit there's a part
That still thinks that
We might get on
We might get on
my sister and i heard this song (kate nash- we get on), and it stunned us into silence. not because it sounded pretty, but because it was really sad and we (well, I) were totally able to identify with each and every word, line, syllable and note in the song. it kind of hit home, and i once had a mate ask me if i was the one who actually wrote the song. i proceeded to punch him. hard.
we have all been in the position where we meet someone, and we think that they are perfect for us in that moment. and we undoubtedly begin the process of self-torture, by including them in our lives. we want to be with them. near them. in the same room as them. and hope that at one point they look up and take notice of you sitting there, waiting.
and often, that other individual leads you down a path of expectation. leads you to a place where you believe that they too feel what it is that you are feeling. that they feel the same sense of euphoria when your name is mentioned in a conversation. when you walk into a room. when theirr phone beeps, and its your name on your screen. and for that moment, you are elated. on top of the world. waiting for the moment where your two worlds will finally collide, and you are able to finally be present in each others presence.
but sometimes, its just that. you have just been led down a path. and even though the other individual has led you to believe in the fairy tale, more often than not, it wasnt their intention. so you sit there screaming, crying, hurting, and wonder what it is that you did wrong. why didnt they take notice? what is it about me?
so you put on a brave face, and dont let the other person see into your heart. it would hurt too much. you smile. you drink. you dance. and you laugh. you listen to their tales, and you comfort their tears. not for a second letting them on to the truth. and with this, you only feel more hurt. more pain. essentially, a massachist. staying in, in the hope that one day they will open their eyes, and see you for who you truly are. just a girl/boy, standing in front of a boy/girl, asking them to want you. to need you. to have you.
#imjussayin
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