A Minor Incident

Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love’s too big for you my love


Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love’s too big for you my love
My love’s too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don’t need me, but you won’t leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

I risked my life for someone who didn’t think I was worth it. But now I know better.

Maybe.

I want you to want me. I know I brought this on myself but I just want a call back. I don’t want to be friends.

You remind me of home
The paint cracks when the water leaks from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
You remind me of home
The heater’s warm but fills the room with a potpourri of dust and gas fumes

You remind me of home
A broken bed with dirty sheets that creaks when I am shifting in my sleep
You remind me of home
In a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen

But the foundation is crumbling
And becoming one with the ground
While you lay there in slumber
You’re wasting your life
Wasting your life

You remind me of home
Sitting on a thrift store couch, I’m trying to get this all down

“You Remind Me of Home” - Ben Gibbard

So even though I was blindingly happy for a day and righteously liberated the next, I now feel illogically down and paranoid that I have already jinxed this “nothing” by being too happy. Wow. Really Jenna? I guess so. I’m waiting for another Bryan moment. I’m waiting for him to tell me that he doesn’t like me. Never liked me. Or something equally stinging. I like him. I didn’t want to but I do. So now I sit and wait and play the games we all play while roaming the scary world of adult dating.

was interesting. <3

I raided your phone! I’m at the red room with you! Love you! OK byeee!!!

Teach mom how to use emoticons so she doesn’t have to type out emotion, i.e. sad face. Although, it does amuse me quite a bit. Happy face.