Feeling cheekishly lazy today, your wise words are song lyrics. Not just one, but two songs. One is a special dedication to Toronto, and the other is dedicated to Valentine's Day (I love being a cynic). Neither one, however, is dedicated to a dog named Snuggles.
Money is the fuel that drives his car Love is the fuel that drives my car Feed me the fuel that drives his car With a winning smile Power is the source we're looking for ~James |
Without you my life has become a hangover without end. A movie made for TV: bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest. Too long with no story and no sex. Is it a kind of weakness to miss someone so much? To wish the day would go away -- just like you did yesterday -- and I can't think of a way to get through this pain.To be happy again, to make it all right, and I know it must be bad 'cos sitting here right now, all I know is I can't even think. I can't even think of anything clever to say. So I say: why pretend any longer? 'Cos I need you here with me. It's obvious that I miss you so much, so please say you're gonna stay. The night is getting darker now, and there's nothing on TV, but I'll sit tight 'til morning light. Yeah, I'll wait until the day. Until the day that you say you're gonna stay. ~ Pulp |