It’s half past 12…. I have a monstrous headache that is killing me…..
I cannot sleep….
The Way I Am ~ Ingrid Michaelson
I might be a whole lot of other things…but I am mostly conflicted… 99% of the time..
“If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.
Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am”
When I think of time sometimes I feel like I am filling it in a little match box…..
The airy fairy talk….is so far from the truth…..
Loose ends…..or was it unfinished busines..
“If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.
Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am”
Why are we always on wrong frequencies…. did you say what I thought I heard? or did I hear what you did not say?
I long to fly the white flag….
Tell you I am tired…..
Make peace with me….
Let me tell you all that I want you to someday forget….
Or am I disturbing your peace and sanity while losing mine?
“I’d buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.”
Sobriety of my thoughts will not cease until they have been let free to damage yours….
Forbid me to…..
Speak to me unkind once more so I will retreat maybe this time forever……
Don’t look through me as you always do……was I so cruel……
Do you spite the memory in spite of their insignificance…..
Why is complexity a mere simplicity when I am with you?
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