[on love & happy]
“baby there you go again making me love you
I stopped using my head, let it all go
Got you stuck on my body like a tattoo
And now i’m feeling stupid crawling back to you
So I cross my heart, and I hope to die, that I’ll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times but i’ll only stay with you one more night
Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I’d be waking up, in the morning probably hating myself
And I’d be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell”
we’ve all got one…i think.
you know, that one who causes all the rules to go out the door.
…the one makes you forget you are an intelligent, well-educated, independent individual, transforming into the opposite (or at least feeling that way).
…the one that makes your wants overpower your will.
…the one that you assume is no good but there’s just enough doubt to keep you going back, just enough instances of hearing him say the perfect thing.
…the one where all of these things (and others) aren’t enough to interfere with daily functioning or affect you on a deeper level but are enough to occupy your mind at potentially imperfect times ((like near-midnight writing sessions when intentions at exploring life topics are overclouded))
knowwhatimean? …no? I’m alone in this? …seriously? Oh…umm…I mean, I’ve never experienced this either. not at all.
well, between Maroon 5 and Mr. Cash, they seem to know what it’s about and even reflect on it some. so I feel better. Thanks Mr. Levine & Johnny. much appreciated.
I think Mr. Cash has a little more realistic view. recognition that the individual will continue along their way. a laissez faire acceptance perhaps. Buuut Miss June makes me think. When do you hold on and when do you let go? Do I really want a love like Johnny and June? I don’t know. reflection on this to come. later.
…this obviously detracts from my happy a little. but figuring it out as i write. help encouraged and appreciated 🙂 I’ll leave you with Mr. Cash. Somehow, he makes things okay..or at least a little better than they were.