Something You're Not & Ode to an Egg

MUST GET THESE THINGS OUT OF MY HEAD BEFORE I TALK COHERENTLY.

Something You're Not

I'm going to hold you at arm's length in my embrace,
Bet you think you love me - such a pity, such a waste.
You can't hope to know me, so just show me what you got.
I don't know if you are thinking I am something I am not.

I'll get you hot, I'm something I'm not.
I'm what you want, I am something you're not.

I won't lie, I won't lie, no would I lie to you?
Trust in me...
You won't remember my name.
Dance with me, dance with me, why won't you dance with me?
Lie to you...
I'm convinced it's better this way.

Honey, please, you're such a tease, and you can't keep me under.
Take my hand, you'll understand - but you'll be sure to wonder.
What is it about me that rubs you the strangest way?
My hands around your waist, my lips against your cheek, I'll stay.

I'll get you hot, I'm something I'm not.
I'm what you want, I am something you're not.

I won't lie, I won't lie, no would I lie to you?
Trust in me...
You won't remember my name.
Dance with me, dance with me, why won't you dance with me?
Lie to you...
I'm convinced it's better this way.

I won't tell you that I love you, so don't say that you love me.
No, I won't tell you that I love you, please don't tell me that you love me.
Just stay focused on my body.

I won't lie, I won't lie, no would I lie to you?
Trust in me...
You won't remember my name.
Dance with me, dance with me, why won't you dance with me?
Lie to you...
I'm convinced it's better this way.

Ode to an Egg
You were made of smelted metal,
You flew up in the sky.
You'll shelter someone else now.
I tried to say goodbye.



RIGHT. Now that THEY'RE out of my system.
I suppose I should cover what's been happening over the past little while.
I am working a lot. By a lot, I mean about 12 hours a week. Whoop dee do, but that's a lot for me. Money is a novel thing to have.
I put my ipod through the wash. That was sad.
My parents have moved out of the house into the new house. I am still in the old house. There is nothing in the old house but a desk and a bed. I am starting to feel like it resents my presence and I want out, but I can't leave for two weeks until the net is connected in the new place. Going to be a long two weeks.
I have 28 days until I move to Melbourne.
I have a Boost bar sitting on my desk and I'm considering eating it.
I am reminded quite brutally that I will never be able to care about anyone as much as I care about my woman and the sheer bittersweet feeling that that invokes in me is almost physically painful.
I saw Josh Thomas last night. That was very funny.
I need a cigarette quite chronically.
I am deathly afraid of burning the house down.
I don't know how to make mashed potatoes. I am lacking a pot to mash them in.
That'll do for now.