Sunday, February 06, 2011

too much glee

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone, cuz I can’t fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me, it happens all the time

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone, and I need you now
Said I wouldn’t call, but I’ve lost all control and I need you now

And I don’t know how I can do without
I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey, can’t stop looking at the door
Wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did before

Guess I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all

--I Need You Now

I had my ideal mate assigned by sign in US Weekly yesterday. A Gemini’s perfect match is a Sagittarius. Guess who is a Sagittarius.

One of those nights, it seems.

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