Sunday, July 24, 2005

The All American Rejects

This may be the last thing that I write for long
Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you, and only you
As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?
As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?
My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now
You wanted the best, it wasn't me
Will you give it back, and I'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want
Is this what you need
How you end up let me know.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
The hearts start breaking as the year is gone
The dream's beginning and the time rolls on
It seems so surreal, now I sing it.
Somehow I knew that it would be this way,
Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade.
Now I am gone, just try and stop me, now.
You wanted the best, but it wasn't me
Will you give it back, now i'll take the lead
When there's no more room to make it grow
I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive
Is this what you want
Is this what you need
How you end up let me know.
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
Will you need me now ?
You'll find a way somehow
You want it too
I want it too
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song
As I go, remember all the simple things you know,
My mind is just a crutch and I still hope
That you will miss me when I'm gone
This is the last song

Sometimes you just seem to stumble onto a song, that meddles just perfectly with your life AT that moment. No other moment could bring out the trueness of the song to preserve for later memories. I call these soundtrack sounds, because one day I will look back and have a daliance with a memory and there it will be.

More about this later...

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