Just thought I should post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs.
I think
It's getting to the point
Where I can be myself again
It's getting to the point
Where we have almost made amends
I think
It's getting to the point
Where it's the hardest part
And if you call, I will answer
And if you fall, I'll pick you up
And if you cause this disaster
I'll point you home
I'll point you home...
You think
I only think about you
When we're both in the same room
I'm only here to witness
The remains of love exhumed
You think
We're here to play a game of who loves
More than whom
And if you call, I will answer
And if you fall, I'll pick you up
And if you cause this disaster
I'll point you home
But I'm warning you, don't ever do
Those crazy messed-up things that you do
If you ever do, I promise you
I'll be the first to crucify you
Now it's time to prove
That you've come back here to rebuild...
- Barenaked Ladies, "Call and Answer"
about the talking fish
- JM
- Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.
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Marcelle here. :)
I'm glad you finally have comments enabled. That was the only reason I didn't check your weblog as frequently as I should've... :)
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