Keeper of profound lyrics, and ways I have failed Boy Five. Companion to "The Lone Woman Diaries," which is linked way down there at the bottom. Go ahead, it's worth a look.
1.21.2013
How I Failed Five Today
Threw out his current event article before he handed it in, because I thought he
presented it two weeks ago. But I saved the day by printing a new one from the
online newspaper! Only half a fail.
Lyrics to Live By
I've been trying to do it right
I've been living a lonely life
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed
I've been sleeping in my bed
So show me family
All the blood that I will bleed
I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I went wrong
But I can write a song
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
"Ho Hey"
THE LUMINEERS
I've been living a lonely life
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed
I've been sleeping in my bed
So show me family
All the blood that I will bleed
I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I went wrong
But I can write a song
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
"Ho Hey"
THE LUMINEERS
1.04.2013
How I Failed Five Today
Made him change out of the pajamas he slept in into new ones for Pajama Day. It
was just ridiculous. Who cares if he's not wearing underwear?
Lyrics to Live By
The yellowed page of the books and books I'd forgotten
that I had
These paperbacks they know their age they smell of weight and time that's resting warm
The opened box beside the endless box parade that haunts my house
Is fit to split with photographs that tell the wanderlust of years smashed onto years
When all this actual life played out
Where the hell on earth was I?
I rack my brains but it won't come
Through water damaged bloodshot eyes
The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies
All seem to mingle into one
I read your name under words in your elegant hand you probably don't mean now
I fold the letter and think of a million and one things that I could have done different
"Please Just Take these Photos From My Hands"
SNOW PATROL
These paperbacks they know their age they smell of weight and time that's resting warm
The opened box beside the endless box parade that haunts my house
Is fit to split with photographs that tell the wanderlust of years smashed onto years
When all this actual life played out
Where the hell on earth was I?
I rack my brains but it won't come
Through water damaged bloodshot eyes
The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies
All seem to mingle into one
I read your name under words in your elegant hand you probably don't mean now
I fold the letter and think of a million and one things that I could have done different
"Please Just Take these Photos From My Hands"
SNOW PATROL
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