Post by stupidxgirl on Apr 6, 2006 23:41:48 GMT -6
a/n: I guess this didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I haven't been able to write as well as I wish I could at a time like this. But at any rate, it's a little different style then normal towards the end...I guess it has potential maybe. It could go in this or broken love maybe, it's kind of one of those two sided things I like to write a lot LoL.
I can't take away the parts
of me that care about you
like a scratch off lottery ticket-
hoping for millions and receiving
5 bucks to spend on cigarettes
or cheap press on nails
from the dollar store.
I can't afford new shoes
and new jeans to impress you
and flaunting about in front of other
girls doesn't get me very far
when I have holes in my shirts
and muddy hair accenting pale skin.
When you look me up in down
you wont even see average
you'll see meaningless and hopeless
but with some lip gloss and high heals
with sparkles like the movie stars;
Maybe I'll be important enough to look at
when the other girls are too far out of reach.
And who's to say I'm not worth your time now,
trailer trash and high class
and a pair of strappy shoes with butterflies
and make believe written all over my face-
I could give you the world inside my head
if that counts for anything.
Because I can't take away the parts
that care for the heart behind your flesh
and I can't try to impress and amaze
with gluey skin and muddy hair.
But we could always go in circles
and have "brand new" every second
if you'd let me hold on to you like you're mine
and remember you like you'll always be that way.
Because I love you in that desperate kind of fashion
that leaves me wishing I could be more
so you would imagine you were with me
like I often do with you.
I can't take away the parts
of me that care about you
like a scratch off lottery ticket-
hoping for millions and receiving
5 bucks to spend on cigarettes
or cheap press on nails
from the dollar store.
I can't afford new shoes
and new jeans to impress you
and flaunting about in front of other
girls doesn't get me very far
when I have holes in my shirts
and muddy hair accenting pale skin.
When you look me up in down
you wont even see average
you'll see meaningless and hopeless
but with some lip gloss and high heals
with sparkles like the movie stars;
Maybe I'll be important enough to look at
when the other girls are too far out of reach.
And who's to say I'm not worth your time now,
trailer trash and high class
and a pair of strappy shoes with butterflies
and make believe written all over my face-
I could give you the world inside my head
if that counts for anything.
Because I can't take away the parts
that care for the heart behind your flesh
and I can't try to impress and amaze
with gluey skin and muddy hair.
But we could always go in circles
and have "brand new" every second
if you'd let me hold on to you like you're mine
and remember you like you'll always be that way.
Because I love you in that desperate kind of fashion
that leaves me wishing I could be more
so you would imagine you were with me
like I often do with you.
