Just to pause this
Just to catch the warning sign

That I adore you

I adore you

It's a telling time

This wearing my heart on my sleeve, oh

I adore you

I adore you

I don't really want to see the back of this

When everything about me really drives you crazy

I don't really want to see the back of this
Cause everything about me really drives me crazy

Waiting on you to get in touch
A burning cigarette
It's gonna run out
You're dead darling
What the hell have you done to me
This can't be done
How hard it is
No point
We have to go with it all
Take the leap, oh darling
There's no going back from there

Just to pause this
Just to catch the warning sign
I adore you
I adore you

It's a telling time
This wearing my heart on my sleeve
I adore this
I adore this
I don't really want to see the back of this
But everything about me really drives you crazy
I don't really want to see the back of this
Cause everything about me really drives you crazy

Waiting on you to get in touch
A burning cigarette
It's gonna run out
You're dead darling
What the hell have you done to me
This can't be done
How hard it is
No point
We either to go with it or
Take the leap, oh darling
There's no going back from there

You are.

Just to pause this
Just to catch the warning sign
That I adore you
I adore you







How can I be the one in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you.
For not caring how much I get hurt.
For thinking about nothing else except how much you always say you want me.
And for loving you.
Unconditionally.
I don't understand how that can hurt you.
I don't understand how I've done anything wrong.
Apparantly love hurts.
And apparantly it hurts more when you're the only one willing to take risks.

I haven't blogged in too long.
Blogged really.

I've lost touch with reality.
And I wanted to make something beautiful.
But I can't.

“I even know you’re an alcoholic,” he said.

“And I don’t care, you’re still perfect.”

You want to know why nice guys finish last? It’s because they aren’t willing to take a chance, they’re too tied to their rules. They see their girl at her most vulnerable moment, and instead of doing what they perceive as a dick move, they put their arms around her and they hold her. They listen to her weep and they don’t take control of the situation. She’s too precious to cut off. Let her weep.Let me tell you this: nothing makes a broken woman feel more beautiful than to have a man swoop in and push her up against a wall to tell her how much better she is than that. To kiss her, I mean really kiss her, regardless of what she might think about that. You know why nice guys finish last? It’s because when a guy leaves you for no good reason and you feel like you’ve been reduced to nothing, my nice guy won’t come over and say the things I really need to hear to understand that he loves me, I mean really loves me. Us ladies, we know we’re beautiful, we know we’re intelligent, we know we’re worth it and we’ll find “him” someday. What we really need to hear and more importantly feel (at that moment — from you, the nice guy)) is that we’re sexy, that our inner organs that separate us from you guys are actually worth something. That we’re so beautiful that you can’t and don’t care whether or not that kiss you’ve so desperately wanted to plant on us is going to ruin our friendship. We want you, the nice guy, to rebel against your rules and just do what feels right. Take control of the situation and tell us that this is fucking it, you are in love with me. You are so in love with me that you are so unbelievably ready to ruin our friendship for a chance at love. That you are willing to pick up that bat and attempt to hit the ball out of the fucking stadium. Because either you strike out or you hit a home run. No one wants to sit in the dugout. But you don’t. You sit in the dugout and you tell us that we’re pretty, and not fat. That we’re worth it. And that the other guy is just stupid and doesn’t know what he’s missing. You’re too nice. You’re too good of a friend. Be a man. Make the call. Try your best to force us to love you. Because in the end, you’re right. Nice guys do finish last. So how about you buck up and become something else. Because otherwise you’re going to lose us, you’re going to lose me.