5:07 p.m. | 2004-03-15
Those Days Were Then, I Need To Live Now
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
I miss days like that. This summer had days like that. Whether they be actual mornings I spent laying in bed with someone, a smile on my face, or the afternoon I spent later playing that song in my car, windows down, hoping that whatever thought struck me next would be a good one.
It always was. I'd put the sunglasses on, kick the car into gear and punch the gas pedal down to full turbo, blasting past all the boys with a smile on my face and the ocassional look over and wink. I had power. I had fun. I was in it.
Lord I miss those days. I was young and in charge. And smart. And pretty. And loved. And shit...look what I've gone and done.
Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I doing it? And why everytime I mention going to Colorado and Colin says "it'd make me sad" or "oooh, Colorado" or anything like that I want to cry? Ag. Why can't he be supportive instead of simply bitch and tell me that he wants me in his life. "This will be the last time we're together then." Who says that? Coling says that I guess.
Emotional rollercoaster here I come...
Signing off--Lauren
(ps) if you hadn't guessed...I think I'm back. Maybe. Let's hope for the best.
