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I'm tired of being alone...

So hurry up and get here!
However cliche and cheesy John Mayer's words may be, he does have a point:

Staying home alone on a Friday (well, actually today is Sunday...)
Flat on the floor looking back (actually in my bed...)
On old love
Or lack thereof (ding!ding!ding!)
*
After all the crushes have faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
*
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
*
Searching all my days to find you
Not sure what I'm looking for
I'll know where
When I see you
*
Until then I'll hide in my bedroom
Just staying up all night just to write
A love song
For no one
*
I could have met you in a sandbox (at Lupe's?)
I could have passed you on the sidewalk (running single file on Memorial?)
Could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away
*
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
I know you'll be so good
For me
For me

Comments

CoachLiz said…
K,

The guys are in town, but you always seem to be leaving town for a race. Sit tight for a weekend or two and see if any of them come out of the woodwork.

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