I'm two of a kind with no one home.
Double D is a name for me that was thought up a while ago by someone I can't even remember (I still love you). It was used to describe my personality; unable to make desicions, pick sides or choose one thing over another. Prone to mood swings, not liking people while wanting to be their friend, unable to finish things without getting bored of them, wanting to be left alone while craving attention and being scared of change while wanting a different experience every day.
It drives me fucking crazy (The voices probably don't help either) but I wouldn't have it any other way.
See what I mean?
Come back to me a while,
change your style again.
Come back to me a while,
change your taste in men.
It's been this way since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin.
Change your taste in men.
YES! You are my love, the astronaut,
Crashing in the name of science.
Just my luck they found your upper half,
It's a very nice reminder...
You may be acquainted with the night,
But I have seen the darkness in the day,
and you must know that it's a terrifying sight.
I guess you and I are living the same way...
| Today my father officially forgot I existed. We're sitting in the lounge room and mum gives me an ice pack because I hurt my back and she says "David's hurt his back" and dad goes "Which David?" when I'm sitting about 2 metres away from him. I was just like "DOTDOTDOT?" /wrists |
Gave you everything at 10:11 pm
Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive. Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go.
Comments on "Which David?"
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Elias said ... (Sunday, January 07, 2007 5:10:00 pm) :
post a commentLooks like this didn't work...
In the last comment I made for this post a couple of days ago, I called your dad a pindick, but also pointed out that he may have had a lot on his mind, in which the pindick statement would be retracted...