Damn song stuck in my head
I can't get this Dashboard Confessional song out of my head, and I really don't like Dashboard Confessional.... But, here it is:
"Hands Down" - Dashboard Confessional
Breathe in for luck.
Breathe in so deep.
This air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull.
These hearts, they race, from self-control.
Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine.
We're doing fine.
We're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
The words are hushed, "let's not get busted."
Just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"Hey did you get some?"
Man that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear.
So we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember.
Always remember the sound of the stereo.
The dim of the soft lights.
The scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers.
And the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!"
And this walk that we share together.
The streets were wet, and the gate was locked,
So I jumped it, and let you in.
And you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist.
And you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew...that you meant it.
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Uh oh! Better go buy a bunch of colored rubber bracelets and turn up your collar! *poke*
Much Love, Joe C.
Much love stepho. I need lovin right now.
dude, you posted that after we hung out. i thought i gave you all the love you needed. and then some. i see, i am just not good enough for you.
Umm, no I didnt.
I posted it on 10/13/2005 at 03:38:00 PM
Chud must be thinking of some other man he molested in a dark parking lot.
no, dingass, you posted that comment about needing lovin. right after we hung out.
I was drunk, and I meant woman lovin.
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