the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Sunday, February 12, 2006

When I met you I was just a kid,
hadn't built up my defenses,
so I gave my heart completely,
vaseline over the lenses,
memories don't go away,
I remember every day.

I never ever stop wondering,
Wondering if you still think of us,
I don't need a photograph,
'cause you've never left my mind,
No, you've never left my mind.

I remember feeling like a ship,
whose captain was too drunk to stear,
and you watched as I was sinking,
waving sadly from the pier.

It's such a burden to carry 'round,
the vestiges of dead dreams,
and I don't want to make a wake out of my life,
I just had to let you go.

-Of Motreal

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