| | left in the intersteller parking garage of love... I think im gonna
become a recluse for a week er too and come out with an album full of
power-ballads. I can see it now... picture me playing a piano on some
beach as the waves crash onto the beach splashing up on me... then it
rolls into happier times; frolicks through medows, sunset walks
on beaches, intimate picnics, maybe a shot of two horses splashing
across a creek... this is where the song gets all minor-keyed and dark.
RRRREEEEERRROOWWWW!!! The relationship is in ruins, cut to me wearing a
top hat wailing on a vintage Les Paul in a thunderstorm, then zoom
really fast into my eyes flashing to her sitting in her room watching
dawson's creek, as her bastard cheating boy friend walks into the house
and she yells at him cause she knows why hes late, and they fight. He
leaves and shes left crying, and then it zooms out of her window
and over to me sitting in my car across the street, watching him walk
out her house like he won and then i look over at her crying through
her window... i turn on my car and race across traffic, raming into
him, crushing him between our cars, realizing at that instance that he
used to almost be my closest friend as he dies on my hood i back off
leting him fall to the ground in a heap and i pull forward again
crushing him undeneth his car then i reverse out and drive away...
I dont see her for two weeks and when i finnaly do shes a shell
of her previos vitality, dressed in black, with tear streaked makeup on
her face... and i realize, she never really loved me like i did her....
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