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maybe tomorrow….

August 5, 2008
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You may never let me go

July 31, 2008

And just as the sun sets
Just as we will forget these precious moments
When another day is through
And just as the moon knows
It cannot always glow through every evening
Some days you will find me sleeping

‘Cause I’m on again and off again
I never told you, I never will
‘Cause I’m on again and off again
If I can’t hold you, somebody will

Love is like the ocean
Forever in motion, forever changing
Never twice the same
You may miss me one day
You may wish you hadn’t stayed
You may forget me
You may never let me go

‘Cause I’m on again and off again
I never told you, I never will
‘Cause I’m on again and off again
If I can’t hold you, somebody will

On again and off again
I never told you, I never will
‘Cause I’m on again and off again
If I can’t hold you, somebody will

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Tomorrow

July 31, 2008


I promise to stop loving you tomorrow
Today can be your last day in my arms again
I promise to stop thinking of you constantly
And wishing I could wake up every morning next to you
Darling yes its true
But today can we pretend it’s not too late
I promise to stop dreaming bout you
Promise to stop waiting for your calls
Cause I don’t want to care at all
But maybe just tonight we should forget about what’s right one last time
Because I promise to stop loving you tomorrow
Today will be your last day in my arms again
I promise to stop thinking of you constantly
And wishing I could wake up every morning next to you
Darling yes it’s true
But today can we pretend it’s not too late
Today can we pretend

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Spectacle.

July 31, 2008

You’re always such a spectacle
You said you would
But you never will change
You only do it if I do the same
Love is such a dangerous game
A dangerous game

At first I could see
That you were weak in the knees
Your smile was so rehearsed
When you gave me your t-shirt
On the honeymoon
Where we never left the room
Sometimes I want to go back there
But then I’ll remember
I’ve got to remember

You’re always such a spectacle
Guess it was the best you could do
Your favourite dress for the
world to see through
You spilled your drink but
you didn’t mean to
You’re always such a spectacle
You said would but you never will change
You only do it if I do the same
Love is such a dangerous game
A dangerous game

When you told me this
That wickedness is a myth
That was invented for losers
Cause baby the truth hurts
Baby the truth hurts

Well I thought you were shallow
But then I fell in deep
Why couldn’t you keep it
Our little secret
You’re my only weakness

You’re always such a spectacle
Guess it was the best you could do
Your favourite dress for the
world to see through
You spilled your drink but
you didn’t mean to
Love is such a spectacle
Just when you think it’s
going well for you
Life’s a movie that we sleep through
Every little thing that we do

You’re always such a spectacle
Nothing ever really does change
Cause if you feel it baby
know I feel the same
Love is such a dangerous game
Love is such a dangerous game
A dangerous game

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i do it for the joy it brings.

July 30, 2008

Really wish I remembered to get the new Broken Social Scene Presents: Brendan Canning album before I headed up island via bus. I have a lot of thinking to do. Such a melancholy reflective joy in traveling alone. Even if your fate is annual family camping trip! No, it should be good to be in the woods.

My camera broke! Finally. Good riddance. But now I have no camera. Except the new robot one I got, looking forward to trying it out.

Also, I need a new bathing suit. I am thinking one piece.

Also, I got my nails filled and I got fluorescent pink. It is kind of gross but I just wanted to try it. I have gone insane.

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July 27, 2008

THE STAR TREK EXPERIENCE IN LAS VEGAS IS CLOSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So sad.

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So she built a skycraper of procrastination.

July 24, 2008

what of the mother
whose house is in flames
and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both
with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?
she’s choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices
of so many desires
she’s bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness
while frantically running around
putting out fires

but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?

Why am I completely incapable of handling anyone with care?

Been beat up and battered round
Been sent up, and I’ve been shot down
You’re the best thing that Ive ever found
Handle me with care

Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, you’re adorable
Handle me with care

I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care

Everybody’s got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I’ve been fobbed off, and I’ve been fooled
I’ve been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care

Ive been uptight and made a mess
But Ill clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

I fail, always, always, do not trust me with yourself.