I'm often on the cusp of committing down right stupid fucking things and it's as if some unearthly element, some stairway to heaven/whole lotta love kinda shit that's just way beyond bizarre - dives for home and saves me from myself. From what coulda been. Disastrous.
Well not disastrous. Just so incredibly fake. He's a flake!
Well what coulda been is not my fate. Please refrain and stay 10 ft away from me at all times. And whatever I said, I didn't mean. And whatever I do? I rather I don't.
Go back to sleep. Go back to never waking up. Go back to the throws of young degenerate folk singer love. And leave me out of it. I'm nobody's second.
...Or third.
"Just do what you want," he says. "Just do what feels right."
As if that's helping.
Yet still,
I concur,
And,
I'll go back to how it used to be.
I'll go back to waiting for when it's right.
Yup. That's my decision.
Afterall, the stars they say, "sometimes it is better to sit back and let fate take its course rather than try too hard. This is one of those times. Life will come to you. You don’t have to chase it."
Mr. Plant? Mr. Page? Will you play me out?
xoLola.
"There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure'Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder..."
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