hey, do ya remember me?
we used to talk about things,
things that i didn’t know about,
things that i still don’t get.

well, it did look effortless,
me messing with all your mess.
you said i didn’t have to try,
you’re wrong, maybe i’ll tell you why.

coz i try really hard, actually,
and i haven’t even seen you,
and i haven’t even got through to you,
not the way that i want to,
no, not the way that i meant to.

hey, didja ever think of me?
i learned things the hard hard way.
guess ’twas all because of you,
hell, everything was for you.

but i learned to see some things,
accepted the comings and the goings,
and those that have all these meanings,
even stupid nonsensical blabberings.

coz i try really hard, you know that,
even if i haven’t even seen you,
and i haven’t even got through to you,
not the way that i want to,
no, not the way that i meant to.

and suppose that i’ll never see you,
and this might not be real anyway,
and you might not be who i thought you were,
but, i’ll still be here, anytime of day.

coz i try really hard, you know that,
even if i haven’t even seen you,
and i haven’t even got through to you,
not the way that i meant to,
not the way that i’m supposed to.

、E2:29 2008/05/26、E
salamats, meemax, sa title.

Hey, I’ve been here before,
with the same heart, with the same sleeve.
No surprise, I see myself all over the floor,
ten thousand pieces, all scattered at my feet.

So now, again, I guess I’ll have to
pick myself up, tape myself up,
prop myself back up
to the way I was before,
to the way I’m not anymore.

Hey, pretty sure I’ve seen this before,
this me plus another is just not possible.
It’s the same and yet not, oh how I pour
my heart out but this sting is insoluble.

And now, again, I guess I got to
gather myself up, glue myself together,
sweep the pieces and fix ’em all up,
to be back to the way I once was,
the way before you came to pass.

Hey, yeah, I’ve been here before,
long overdue, already know what’s in store.
You’re slipping away, leaving me back
to the way I was before,
to the way I’m not anymore.

[ 2008.05.14.22.20 ]

they come in two’s and i’m alone,
saying “you don’t belong here, outsider”.
they stick in pairs from dusk til morn,
“you’re just not needed, lonely stranger”.

but, but, what if i want to be just one?
can’t i just float by the side and linger?
can’t i just stay around and soon be gone?
i’m feeling pretty fine, i don’t need another.

“we come in two’s, it’s just the way it is,
go leave and return with someone, anyone;
just for the meantime, if you really insist,
chuck ’em and leave ’em when the day’s done.”

i say, no need, no need, i’ll just be gone.
can’t help it if i’m me and with no one,
tomorrow i might be two or still by my lonesome,
hell if i worry about whatever i’ll become.

so they come in two’s and i’m alone,
they say, “no space for you here, stranger”.
and hey, that’s fine, the world still turns,
i’m sure there’s lots of space for me somewhere.