Archive - Jun 16, 2005


maybe i don't know who you are

I’m sorry I don’t know who you are
or where you’re from, or what you do.
Maybe its because of my bad memory
or maybe you met my other personality?


nice song

From MonoPuff “Don’t I have the right”, (via Aaron):

You sure weren’t rich
Didn’t live in the city
Didn’t whisper sweet nothings
Never told me I’m pretty

You sure weren’t perfect
What’s perfect these days?
But you left me
Now I’m destroyed

You cheated at cards
And lied when you hung out
In bars making time
With those girls you called old pals

I cried when you left me,
Now I’m wondering when
You’ll make it all up to me?

Don’t I have the right
To be over you yet?
I’ve tried pretending
I tried to forget

Though it’s past three AM
I would still let you in
‘cause I can’t go on dreaming alone

I work at my desk
And stare at the letter
And think of the first one
That you never answered

Pour milk in my coffee
And watch it explode
And know that you’re doing the same

Don’t I have the right
To be over this fling?
You once said you loved me
We talked about rings
I would try someone new
If that someone would love me
The way you did

Don’t I have the right to be loved?
To be loved
To be loved


sounds under my head

If you take your headphones off your head and let them hang around your head with the speakers on your neck / chest; it feels as if the song is coming from under the head; which is an incredibly weird feeling.