Not To Be Harsh...
2003-07-16@12:11 a.m.
Yes, yes...its true...I'm back.
Well crap. I've been gettin up late at night and comin in here with nothin to do but look up lyrics, so I figured just now that while I'm on here, I might as well write in this thing. I mean, what else have I got to do?
Most anybody that would read this now knows exactly what's been goin on in my life. Ashley and I have been on and off...current status: off. Probably for good this time.
I can't keep a girl for anything. I guess maybe that's normal, maybe it's not. I don't really care anymore what's normal or not. Really though, who can judge "normal"? Are YOU normal? Yeah? How do you know? Ah ha!! Thought so!! You don't!! But the question now is "Who Cares?"! Answer: Nobody. If there was a "normal" no one would care if you were "normal." If there was a "normal" and we were all "normal" we'd all be just alike and there'd be no diversity and it'd be SO boring on earth. So therefore, there is no "normal." There is "Jacob", "Ashley", "Clark", "Andrew", "Austin", "Mary Beth", "Brady", "Zach", yadda yadda yadda Etc. You get my point. I forgot where I was going with this. Ah forget it...
So anyway. I've broadened my horizons over this summer. Made new friends, broken down AND re-established old ones, and come to certain "relizations."
I HATE being told that I'm just like someone or that I want to be someone else.
I shouldn't judge people before I meet them, they could turn out to be really cool after all.
I either want to sing in a rock band or work for the CIA for a living.
I'm not immediately attracted to blonde girls. In fact I guess you could say I'm hairist towards them (as far as dating them goes, but I have MANY blonde friend-girls).
I prefer dark haired, light eyed girls (ex. black/brown hair, blue/green/hazel eyes) or red heads (both of which are very rare types of girls, or at least I don't see many).
And I guess that's it.....
Oh yeah...AFI is okay but they get annoying sometimes.
And the only band that I have yet to be able to "play out" has been Taking Back Sunday.
That's the kind of band I wanna be in. Taking Back Sunday. Two vocalists, bass player, two guitarists (I'm guessing, if notthen they need two), and a drummer. Basic, simple. Well there's my application.
I guess that's it. I'm drained for the night.
L8er,
- JaK-oB
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Do you even notice?
When my hand runs through your hair?
That I feel not one thing there.
I feel nothing (No Love.) there but hair.
And do you even notice?
When we're walking on the beach.
I never look into your eyes.
My eyes are (Longing for something else.) turned toward the sky.
I know it's harsh. (I've been there, I've felt it.)
But it's the only way you'll see.
That there's nothing here for me. (It's all gone, washed out.)
Maybe someday. (Someday far away from now.)
I'll come back around for you.
But I don't see that day very soon. (I hope you can understand when I say...)
You wouldn't even notice.
Having shut down all your senses.
If I told you I didn't want this.
You'd just laugh and say, (You're deaf to my words.)"You're just the cutest."
You wouldn't even notice.
If I never called you again.
You'd just talk about me to your friends.
"He's such an asshole." Well to be honest, (Painfully truthful.) that's the truth.
I know it's harsh. (I've been there, I've felt it.)
But it's the only way you'll see.
That there's nothing here for me. (It's all gone, washed out of me.)
Maybe someday. (Someday far from now.)
I'll come back around for you.
But I don't see that day very soon. (I hope you can understand when I say...)
I'm gone. (Far away.)
So long. (For today.)
But I'll be back around to you.
I'm gone. (Far away.)
So long. (For today.)
Don't let me back around to you.