Friday, September 22, 2006
The Last Day of Summer
It’s the last day of summer.
And I’m all out
of metaphors.
A few days ago, she called
she was taking a trip
away from me
for a couple months
she knew I would not like it
but said, “I think it’ll be good for you”
Whenever I spoke like that
I think she knew what I meant.
I told her to not go.
It’s the last day of summer.
She asked me if I was in love
with someone else
I was more concerned
with her leaving
then answering her question
She thought my silence
was an admission of guilt
saying she knew I had to have someone
I didn’t but she didn’t know that.
She didn’t know how I spent most of my days.
My room was not just 4 walls
some things never get let down.
I was different until I met her.
It’s the last day of summer and I’m fucked up.
Do you like someone?
I thought “I don’t even like myself”
she hates when I get mad
And she cries then I cry.
Then we both yell and cry.
A mess.
I tell her
it comes from the inside
it burns me up
and then I explode.
Suppression Freud would say
fuck Freud, the only cure I need is a cold beer.
but we don’t have any beer.
Just one apple cider
that has been in the fridge
since the 4th of July.
It’s the last day of summer.
She tells me she wants us to be friends
when she comes back
we can be close like we used to be
I told her I can’t suppress my feelings for her.
I can’t sit this one out.
I told her too many people
nowadays just are not passionate anymore
I want love or hate no grayness
she thinks I’m a fucked up person
but I told her not to let people control her
or how she feels.
Be true (cheesy movie line)
“Are you doing this for yourself”
It’s the last day of the summer.
I’m here in my room on a Friday night
I seem to be mad at the world.
She won’t answer her phone
she said she considered
seeing me before she left
I told her she needs to be strong
to see me one last time
to look me in the eye
be strong.
Too many people think it over
take a chance
take some action
I can see it now on T shirts and bumper stickers.
don’t just sit there and take it
like I’m doing.
It’s the last day of summer.
I don’t remember our last conversation
I think it ended with her crying and me apologizing
Gosh we both love to hurt each other
and we hate to love each other
a paradox of emotion.
It’s the last day of summer.
Is this it?
And I’m all out
of metaphors.
A few days ago, she called
she was taking a trip
away from me
for a couple months
she knew I would not like it
but said, “I think it’ll be good for you”
Whenever I spoke like that
I think she knew what I meant.
I told her to not go.
It’s the last day of summer.
She asked me if I was in love
with someone else
I was more concerned
with her leaving
then answering her question
She thought my silence
was an admission of guilt
saying she knew I had to have someone
I didn’t but she didn’t know that.
She didn’t know how I spent most of my days.
My room was not just 4 walls
some things never get let down.
I was different until I met her.
It’s the last day of summer and I’m fucked up.
Do you like someone?
I thought “I don’t even like myself”
she hates when I get mad
And she cries then I cry.
Then we both yell and cry.
A mess.
I tell her
it comes from the inside
it burns me up
and then I explode.
Suppression Freud would say
fuck Freud, the only cure I need is a cold beer.
but we don’t have any beer.
Just one apple cider
that has been in the fridge
since the 4th of July.
It’s the last day of summer.
She tells me she wants us to be friends
when she comes back
we can be close like we used to be
I told her I can’t suppress my feelings for her.
I can’t sit this one out.
I told her too many people
nowadays just are not passionate anymore
I want love or hate no grayness
she thinks I’m a fucked up person
but I told her not to let people control her
or how she feels.
Be true (cheesy movie line)
“Are you doing this for yourself”
It’s the last day of the summer.
I’m here in my room on a Friday night
I seem to be mad at the world.
She won’t answer her phone
she said she considered
seeing me before she left
I told her she needs to be strong
to see me one last time
to look me in the eye
be strong.
Too many people think it over
take a chance
take some action
I can see it now on T shirts and bumper stickers.
don’t just sit there and take it
like I’m doing.
It’s the last day of summer.
I don’t remember our last conversation
I think it ended with her crying and me apologizing
Gosh we both love to hurt each other
and we hate to love each other
a paradox of emotion.
It’s the last day of summer.
Is this it?
# posted by Bobby Bobson : 10:32 PM
