&found this one from my last week in port angeles
Draft saved at Wednesday, September 16, 2009
From: e.s.b.
To: smelly
i was lying in my bed last night
staring
at a ceiling full of stars
when it suddenly hit me
i just have to let you know
how i feel...
we lived together in a photograph of time
and i look into your eyes
and a sea is opened unto me.
i tell you i love you
and i always will,
and i know you can't tell me.
i know
that you can't tell me.
so i'm left to pick up
the hints that are symbols of your devotion.
and so i'm left to pick up the hints that are symbols of your devotion.
and i feel your fist
and i know it's out of love.
and i feel the wind (?)
and i know it's out of love
and i feel your burning eyes
oh
burning holes straight to my heart
it's out love
out of love
and i accept and i collect upon my body
the memories of your devotion
i accept and i collect upon my body the memories of your devotion
and i feel your fist
and i know it's out of love
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hands down
i'm too proud for love,
but with eyes shut,
it's you i'm thinkin' of.
but how we move from a to b
it can't be up to me
cause i don't know.
eye to eye,
thigh to thigh,
i let go
think i'm a little bit little bit
a little bit in love with you
but only if you're a little bit little bit
little bit in luh luh luh luh love with me
and for you i keep my legs apart
and forget about my tainted heart.
and i will never ever be the first
to say it
but still i
yeah you know i
i i i
i will do it
push a button
pull the trigger
climb a mountain
jump off a cliff
cause you know baby i love you love you a little bit
i would do it
you would say it
you would mean it
and we could do it
it was you and i
now only ah hm!
think i'm a little bit little bit
a little bit in love with you
but only if you're a little bit little bit
little bit in love with me
come here
stay with me
stroke/struck me by the hair/head (??)
cause i would give anything
anything
to have you as my man
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on the hogwarts express with crabbe goyle pansy,
chillin out maxin compartment 3D,
no it was too much to expect privacy,
especially with a reject like our friend harry.
that's when i started talking about voldemort...
as i was explaining my sweet new posish
i saw a shoe or a small piece of fish.
no it was a shoe that my two eyes did see
under a cloak of invisibility.
that's when thoughts started creeping up on me,
i knew exactly what i'd do.
make you wish you'd act more quickly
and that i never saw your shoe
i'm gonna kick you in the face
i might do it twenty-seven times just in case
i know nothing could ever replace
the picture in my mind of your kicked-in face
after they left i went through with my plan,
i tied two strong knots around both of your hands.
made you listen to striker and enter sandman,
gave you a piece of my duran duran.
you didn't like it what is wrong with you
[there's one or two more lines here...]
i just kicked you in the face
hey harry potter how does your blood taste?
i know nothing could ever replace
the picture in my mind of your kicked-in face.
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