"At the bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time. " - F. Nietzsche"

Saw my grade/middle/high school crush last night over a few drinks. She made an advance and I backed away. Apparently these wounds are still too fresh, I wonder how long it took Claire to move on after Pat cheated on her?

Back to writing...
I can remember, parking lot nights
What did they mean to you?
Wrapping my arms around your body
Protecting and holding you
And holding you

Looking inside of my eyes
It was such a big surprise
You've gone and done it again
Does he love you like I can?
Like I can

Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could
Would he stay up late if you can't sleep
Cause baby, I would (I would)
And baby, I could (I could)

And you're the grim reaper standing down, and letting me feel this way
With your sweet whispers that never told me you need me this way (this way)
You'd leave me this way (this way)

If you told me you were happy
If you told me that you miss me
Is it something that i cant see
It's something I can't be
Something I can't be

(If you told me)
(IF YOU TOLD ME)

Maybe it wasn't good enough, but I gave you all I could
Would he stay up late if you can't sleep
Cause baby I would (I would)
(good enough, good enough, good enough...)