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Notepad

September 4th, 2005

lost for words

I think about the things that used to thrill me and how
they don't thrill me anymore
And all the words that used to kill me,
I don't hear them anymore
I think of all I've overcome as I crawl across the floor

here and now, right here and now

I don’t know you very well but you might work out just the same
‘cause I’ve got a soft spot for tragedy and lust for playing the game

here and now, right here and now

i'm lost for words
broken down and bruised
did I say too much? or not enough?

The house is so empty now 'cause everything that was here was yours
But I've still got a blanket and plenty of floors
You were the best thing to have when I had you
and the worst thing to have when I didn't anymore
But maybe I never did
maybe I'm running scared
maybe I'm a fool in need of some company
could you share?

Here and now, right here and now

i'm lost for words
broken down and bruised
did I say too much? or not enough?

The house is so quiet now and no one hear to scream
and the neighbors can't call the cops 'cause no one's made a scene
I wonder what I saw when I saw you in that bar
And I wonder why we had those drinks and made out in the car

here and now, right here and now

Let's bounce some sound off these walls
Let's jump up and down until they fall that's how we do it

here and now, right here and now

I say ‘I'm sorry’ now, you say ‘go to hell!’ I say ‘what else can we say?’
We don't share anymore and that may mean I don't care but I'm not sure of much these days