I woke up this morning to
the smell of beautiful girl and wondered why it had taken me so long to
figure this one out. A year apart from that much of my heart made me
someone else,
someone who didn't care.
Trying to live without her was like trying to build a
snowman out of
slush; all
the required assets were there, but it just wasn't going to happen in any meaningful way. It's been less than a week and already we're
speaking in assumptions again.
This is a very good thing for me.
"One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be,
I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me.
And what you were when you were then was what was wrong for me. But what you are now, the who you are who you've become now is what is going my way.
I think it's turning back around, and I think I like it.
I think it's turning back around, though I don't know why it is.
I think it's turning back on me, everything's easy.
I think it's turning back on me, everything's free...
I'm
hopeless and powerless and that's
damn fine with me. I'm falling loose and open, but I'm smiling.
Goddamn,
she feels like home.