Archive for November, 2011

endlessly

November 30, 2011

it’s almost the end of the year…or at least this semester..the last time i posted was in april.

i went to a concert today. and i will elaborate later on…but i found that…i’ve become more and more emotional going to these events. or maybe life in general, i’ve become this person who feels a lot stronger and not at the same time. i’m still the happy me that i’ve always been…and i know that i’m always going to be this way but somehow i just have this in me. i don’t know…i’m just really tired today so i must be rambling.

i know i’ve always been an independent person but every single time i listen to a love song…i just want to fall in love. i want to know what it means.

There’s a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it’s cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you’ll still wear it.

Yeah, the ink may stain my skin,
and my jeans may all be ripped.
I’m not perfect, but I swear,
I’m perfect for you.

..and there’s no guarantee,
that this will be easy.
It’s not a miracle ya need, believe me.
Yeah, I’m no angel, I’m just me,
but I will love you endlessly.
Wings aren’t what you need, you need me.

There’s a house on the hill,
with a view of the town,
and I know how you adore it.
So I’ll work everyday,
through the sun, and the rain,
until I can afford it.

Yeah, your friends may think I’m crazy,
cause they can only see,
I’m not perfect, but I swear, I’m perfect for you.

..and there’s no guarantee,
that this will be easy.
It’s not a miracle ya need, believe me.
Yeah, I’m no angel, I’m just me,
but I will love you endlessly.
Wings aren’t what you need, you need me.

(You need me, girl you  know you need me,
you need me, girl you know you need me)

Ink may stain my skin,
and my jeans may all be ripped.
I’m not perfect, but I swear,
I’m perfect for you.

..and there’s no guarantee,
that this will be easy. (This will be easy)
It’s not a miracle ya need, believe me. (Won’t you believe me?)
Yeah, I’m no angel, I’m just me,
but I will love you endlessly.
Wings aren’t what you need, you need me. (You know you need me)

(I know you need me)
You need me,
(I know you need me)
You need me,
(I know you need me)

There’s a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it’s cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you’ll still wear it.

-the cab

 

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