Saturday, May 3, 2008,1:52 PM
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"Potential Breakup Song"
"Aly and AJ"
It took too long
It took too long
It took too long for you to call back
And normally I would just forget that
Except for the fact it was my birthday
My stupid birthday
I played along
I played along
I played along rolled right off my back
But obviously my armor was cracked
What kind of a boyfriend would forget that?
Who would forget that?
The type of guy who doesn’t see
What he has until she leaves
Don’t let me go
Cause without me, you know you’re lost
Wise up now or pay the cost
Soon you will know
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
Livin’ with me
You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’
Winnin’ me
You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’
Gettin’ to me
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
living for me
This is the potential breakup song
Our album needs just one
Oh baby please
Please tell me
We got along
We got along
We got along until you did that
Now all I want is just my stuff back
Do you get that?
Let me repeat that
I want my stuff back
You can send it in a box
I don’t care just drop it off
I won’t be home
Cause without me, you know you’re lost
Minus you I’m better off
Soon you will know
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
Livin’ with me
You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’
Winnin’ me
You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’
Gettin’ to me
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
living for me
You can try, you can try
You know I know it’d be a lie
Without me you’re gonna die
So you better think clearly, clearly
Before you nearly, nearly
Mess up the situation that your gonna miss dearly, dearly
C’mon
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
Livin’ with me
You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’
Winnin’ me
You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’
Gettin’ to me
You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’
living for me
This is the potential breakup song
Our album needs just one
Oh baby please
Please tell me
This is the potential make-up song
Please just admit you’re wrong
Which will it be?
Which will it be?
-thanks to azlyrics.com-
i love that song. seriously. it is so so bloody cool. & yes, i know the previous post backquote was botched up but hey. it was a attempt. i'm still a begginer you know. DUH. a very very lousy begginer.
oh yeah. labour day was a total spoof. why the HECK do they call it labor day if they're gonna make us work?! i'm not talking about poor ole parents here slogging away. they've had their fair share of restful labour days. no, i'm talking about spiffing teachers.
labour day isnt called labour day for nothing, you know. LABOUR being the operative word. DON'T tell me it's for extra work, because if it was there wouldnt be a holiday in the first place. so why give homework?!
pffftt. makes no sense at all. speaking of making no sense at all...
"CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH"
"Paramore"
I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush, crush
(one,two,three,four!)
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two I was just counting on
That never happened
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this
If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Crush
Crush
Crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four!)
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two I was just counting on
That never happened
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this now
Rock and roll, baby
Don't you know that we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?
Give me something to sing about
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two I was just counting on
That never happened
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
No, oh
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two I was just counting on
That never happened
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
More than this
ok enough lyrics. although i DO wanna promote my fave artists music i am SO not into straining my eyes for it. as a matter of fact, i'm typing with my eyes closed. seriously. those who know me can prove it, right?
ANYWAY. lastly. the mediator.
i've now read Shadowland, Reunion, Darkest Hour and Haunted. Or, to those Mediator-impared of you out there, book 1, 3, 4 and 5 respectively.
now if i can just get my hands on Ninth Key (2) and Twilight (6)...
not that i'm THAT eager to get Ninth Key. excuse me, the whole book sounds like a guy who is apparently "the hottest boy in town".
BUT Twilight on the other had is the LAST book in the series...and i am SO wondering what's gonna happen. leaving with the description. i think youll find out why i'm so psyched about it.
Suze has gotten used to ghosts. They wake her up in the middle of the
night. They haunt her locker at school. She's even spotted a few down at Carmel Beach. Suze is a mediator, after all, and communicating with the dead is all in a day's work for her. The last thing she ever expected was to fall in love with one: Jesse, a nineteenth-century hottie. But when she and Paul Slater, himself a mediator of undeniable power (and dubious intent), discover that the powers they
share aren't limited to helping ghosts resolve their earthly woes, but can also be used to determine whether or not they become ghosts in the first place, Suze can't help but freak. Not because she suddenly knows how to alter the course of history but because Paul, can, too. And Paul would like nothing better than to prevent Jesse's murder, keeping him from becoming a ghost and allowing him to live a natural life at last.only in the nineteenth century. Meaning Jesse and Suze would never meet. Suddenly, Suze is the faced with the most important decision of her life:allow the only guy she's ever loved to have the life he's always longed for.or keep him anchored forever in half-life at her side. But will Jesse choose to live without her, or die to love her?
