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xmascleanlove
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so I'm really not sure I should even tell this story for fear of jinxing myself. My luck has been running rather hot as of late and I just need to get this down somewhere...not that it would ever leave my head...but just...it needs to be written.
Love. Not just love but first love. You're very first...usually that's going back to high school...which isn't too long ago for me (I'm only 23). Love is crazy because sometimes...when you least expect it...fate comes along and throws it in your face...makes the decision for you.
It was just about 8 years to the day that me and the first girl I ever fell in love with had last interacted in a civilized manner. Meaning laughing, talking, what have you. Things ended badly (this was 10th grade) and we went our seperate ways. But god how those memories lingered...for all this time in between. No other girl kissed like her. No other girl made me feel so happy and so willing to just put my heart out there...bare my soul and whatever other mushy sentimental phrases you'd like to use. We would do this thing...like cats do when they want attention...they brush their faces all over you...yeah, we'd do that...face to face. Devistating. Devistating to lose that. I've missed it so much.
So we ended up at the same college but she had gotten a boyfriend. A real piece of shit. I could tell just by the way she acted. He controlled her. Told her who she could talk to and who she could see. She was always so happy and free spirited...and this kid just tore her soul in two. I barely saw her...maybe once or twice. Once, out of nowhere she ran up behind me and just gave me this big hug. This hug that was like, "you're alive...you're still around...I miss you." Then off she disappeared for another 4 years.
God bless aim...that's all i'm saying. Somehow, even though she always said she couldn't hang out with me...somehow, a month ago...she opened up. Told me how she'd walked out on the asshole in her life. Just one night...after a fight...her crying on the floor...petty shit, controlling asshole...never deserved such a perfect, precious gift. She left...didn't pack anything...just left. Moved home with her parents.
So we're talking and she mentions that one of her friends, who's leaving for florida in a week, is playing at a bar up at my college and she "might" come see him. I was like, "well, i'll go if you want me to go...but i know not to hold my breath"
It was a thursday night, and I wasn't anticipating anything...got home from my evening class...ate, took a nap...then at 9:30 my phone rings...it's her...on her way...I'm shaking like a leaf. I get ready and before I walk out the door to go to the bar my phone rings again. As fate would have it...she'd forgotten her license and the bouncer (whoever that guy is i owe him a giant hug and kiss) wouldn't let her in the bar. She's upset...i tell her she drove 45 minutes and i'd really like to see her...she says ok...and comes over!
We hug and sit far apart...we're both nervous. Talk about where our lives have led us the past 8 years. She's as beautiful as she always was. i want to just hold her so bad but I can't cross any lines. Before long...we were on the same couch...i'm rubbing her feet, we're holding hands...we're kissing. It's been 8 years since our lips last met and it's like no time had passed. I'm lost all over again. Just touching her face...playing with her hair...I know in my heart it's why i was put on this earth...to make her smile, to make her happy. She ended up spending the night (we just cuddled...pervs!).
So friday...I wake up kiss her goodbye...leave it up in the air...and head home. What is waiting for me at my house...but the new pj cd. I do a little dance (this is by far, the best 24 hours of my life) and put the cd in...listen to it. Love it..track by track...till 12...till come back starts playing.
Are you kidding me? Did someone just write this about the last few hours of my life or what? I couldn't stand...seriously, i like fell over and was cheesing like a frickin mouse.
So she's not a big pj fan...but i'm turning her...i made her some mixed cds...played her the comeback song (oh she lost it...she lost it big time...thank you ed...thank you very very much)...and as luck would have it...i had an extra ticket to the pittsburgh show...guess who's comin with me?
So come june 23rd...if the boys play come back...and you see a couple twenty somethings crying like little kids...you'll know why now.
come back...come back...i'll be here
Love. Not just love but first love. You're very first...usually that's going back to high school...which isn't too long ago for me (I'm only 23). Love is crazy because sometimes...when you least expect it...fate comes along and throws it in your face...makes the decision for you.
It was just about 8 years to the day that me and the first girl I ever fell in love with had last interacted in a civilized manner. Meaning laughing, talking, what have you. Things ended badly (this was 10th grade) and we went our seperate ways. But god how those memories lingered...for all this time in between. No other girl kissed like her. No other girl made me feel so happy and so willing to just put my heart out there...bare my soul and whatever other mushy sentimental phrases you'd like to use. We would do this thing...like cats do when they want attention...they brush their faces all over you...yeah, we'd do that...face to face. Devistating. Devistating to lose that. I've missed it so much.
So we ended up at the same college but she had gotten a boyfriend. A real piece of shit. I could tell just by the way she acted. He controlled her. Told her who she could talk to and who she could see. She was always so happy and free spirited...and this kid just tore her soul in two. I barely saw her...maybe once or twice. Once, out of nowhere she ran up behind me and just gave me this big hug. This hug that was like, "you're alive...you're still around...I miss you." Then off she disappeared for another 4 years.
God bless aim...that's all i'm saying. Somehow, even though she always said she couldn't hang out with me...somehow, a month ago...she opened up. Told me how she'd walked out on the asshole in her life. Just one night...after a fight...her crying on the floor...petty shit, controlling asshole...never deserved such a perfect, precious gift. She left...didn't pack anything...just left. Moved home with her parents.
So we're talking and she mentions that one of her friends, who's leaving for florida in a week, is playing at a bar up at my college and she "might" come see him. I was like, "well, i'll go if you want me to go...but i know not to hold my breath"
It was a thursday night, and I wasn't anticipating anything...got home from my evening class...ate, took a nap...then at 9:30 my phone rings...it's her...on her way...I'm shaking like a leaf. I get ready and before I walk out the door to go to the bar my phone rings again. As fate would have it...she'd forgotten her license and the bouncer (whoever that guy is i owe him a giant hug and kiss) wouldn't let her in the bar. She's upset...i tell her she drove 45 minutes and i'd really like to see her...she says ok...and comes over!
We hug and sit far apart...we're both nervous. Talk about where our lives have led us the past 8 years. She's as beautiful as she always was. i want to just hold her so bad but I can't cross any lines. Before long...we were on the same couch...i'm rubbing her feet, we're holding hands...we're kissing. It's been 8 years since our lips last met and it's like no time had passed. I'm lost all over again. Just touching her face...playing with her hair...I know in my heart it's why i was put on this earth...to make her smile, to make her happy. She ended up spending the night (we just cuddled...pervs!).
So friday...I wake up kiss her goodbye...leave it up in the air...and head home. What is waiting for me at my house...but the new pj cd. I do a little dance (this is by far, the best 24 hours of my life) and put the cd in...listen to it. Love it..track by track...till 12...till come back starts playing.
Are you kidding me? Did someone just write this about the last few hours of my life or what? I couldn't stand...seriously, i like fell over and was cheesing like a frickin mouse.
So she's not a big pj fan...but i'm turning her...i made her some mixed cds...played her the comeback song (oh she lost it...she lost it big time...thank you ed...thank you very very much)...and as luck would have it...i had an extra ticket to the pittsburgh show...guess who's comin with me?
So come june 23rd...if the boys play come back...and you see a couple twenty somethings crying like little kids...you'll know why now.
come back...come back...i'll be here
if you're a pot smoker and you don't own a ukulele you're fuckin up...but then once you get a ukulele you might end up moving to a guitar because its a gateway instrument you know
~ EV 6/25/03
~ EV 6/25/03
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Goes without saying, but, enjoy the show...and I am hoping they play Come Back for the both of you!
Still I wonder, I wonder......" "Black" tag 09-16-2005 Ottawa
Toronto 2003, Kitchener 2005, Montreal 2005, Ottawa 2005, Toronto II 2006, Albany 2006, Hartford 2006, Camden I 2008, Camden II 2008, Washington, D.C. 2008, Toronto 2009, Chicago I 2009, Columbus 2010, Noblesville, 2010
Of my innocence... got back my inner sense...
I'm gonna stick PJ in. It's a toss up between Come Back or Smile.
- the great Sir Leo Harrison
Leaving is for the answering machine.
bandaged hand in hand hail hail
you'd fuxking sell anything
and I think u are a
cheap creep freak
<<<<<<<, for it >>>>>>>
so fux you
and your songs
hope u get electro-gutted
like the dead fuxing fish
that u are and deserve to be
done with this stupid azz
gig too