Turn Around!!!

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and your never comin round

Every now I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears

Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by

Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and I see the F*cking look in your eyes

Yeah every now and then I fall apart.

Yeah F*cking every now and then I fall apart

And I need to know tonight

I F*cking need you more than ever!

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[faulkton 5,000+ posts]

thread failed.

Also, you blinded me with science.

 

[mattf 5,000+ posts]

It was funny the first time someone did it.

 

[ngsm13 5,000+ posts]

It happens.

nG

 

[faulkton 5,000+ posts]

It was funny the first time someone did it.

yeah back in 1986 from their apple 2e.

 

[baseballer1100 5,000+ posts]

I am a fan.

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

Sometimes when we need attention, any will do

P.S. tell 3 friends about this thread and tomorrow your best friends, girlfriend will win the lottery!

 

[faulkton 5,000+ posts]

The drunk kids, the catholics

They're all about the same

They’re waiting for something

Hoping to be saved

They crawl from the oceans

To paint in the caves

But I’m working all weekend

I need to get paid

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

The drunk kids, the catholics

They’re all about the same

They’re waiting for something

Hoping to be saved

Well I have been happy the past couple days

Just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place

And every night I think I certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone

And then suddenly it occurs to me

I've slept alone before you

And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand

And convince myself to lay back down again

I’m gonna lay back down, I’m gonna lay back down again

The drunk kids, the catholics

They're all about the same

They’re waiting for something

Hoping to be saved

The drunk kids, the catholics

They're all about the same

They’re waiting for something

Hoping to be saved

The drunk kids, the catholics

They're all about the same

They’re waiting for something

Hoping to be saved

They crawl from the oceans

To paint in the caves

But I’m working all weekend

I need to get paid

They crawl from the oceans

To paint in the caves

But I’m working all weekend

I need to get paid

They crawl from the oceans

To paint in the caves

But I’m working all weekend

I need to get paid

They crawl from the oceans

To paint in the caves

But I’m working all weekend

I need to get paid

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail

Where are we going, so far away

And somebody told me that this is the place

Where everythings better, everythings safe

Walk on the ocean

Step on the stones

Flesh becomes water

Wood becomes bone

And half and hour later we packed up our things

We said wed send letters and all those little things

And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same

It seemed theyd already forgotten wed came

Now were back at the homestead

Where the air makes you choke

And people dont know you

And trust is a joke

We dont even have pictures

Just memories to hold

That grow sweeter each season

As we slowly grow old

 

[dleccord 5,000+ posts]

old school?

 

[faulkton 5,000+ posts]

I had girl I knew she grew became a woman

now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown,

we used to roll the windows down

and play the music loud

smoking out in her car

Lost in west Omaha,

and we’d get drunk and kiss

our bodies twist like shoe laces.

And we never came untied;

I guess you were just my type.

You know that summer never stopped.

I still pretend I’m there.

Bands in the living room,

neighbors ain’t never cared.

So when I sat behind the drum set.

Your heartbeat’s what I tried to play.

With kick and snares so careless not in time.

So you got ahead of me.

And I guess I’m still dragging behind.

I had a friend who changed his name

but couldn’t change himself.

Never quite figured out

how to do with what life had dealt.

He put a needle in his arm

to calm his handsome hell.

who would have imagined it?

Could’ve worked out so well.

Now he's a shape that moves

like echoes through my empty room.

And there’s a voice that speaks

like someone’s right behind me.

I turned around and found

exactly what you would expect.

Clothes I left on my floor.

The papers piled on my desk.

But where the ink is

where the cause effect what’s meant by it

the story is incomplete.

The pictures’ left unfinished.

So I am writing my own ending.

I’ll let my pen bleed black or blue.

And I will color in the meaning.

It will be gold and green and true.

And I’ll learn to love my new discovered proof.

I’ll be grateful for this day.

I will be grateful for each day to come.

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

old school?

Aye

Kinda on an old school kick tonight.

 

[dleccord 5,000+ posts]

i was referring to the movie old school but okay.

 

[Pl8er 5,000+ posts]

I had girl I knew she grew became a woman now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown,

we used to roll the windows down

and play the music loud

smoking out in her car

Lost in west Omaha,

and we’d get drunk and kiss

our bodies twist like shoe laces.

And we never came untied;

I guess you were just my type.

You know that summer never stopped.

I still pretend I’m there.

Bands in the living room,

neighbors ain’t never cared.

So when I sat behind the drum set.

Your heartbeat’s what I tried to play.

With kick and snares so careless not in time.

So you got ahead of me.

And I guess I’m still dragging behind.

I had a friend who changed his name

but couldn’t change himself.

Never quite figured out

how to do with what life had dealt.

He put a needle in his arm

to calm his handsome hell.

who would have imagined it?

Could’ve worked out so well.

Now he's a shape that moves

like echoes through my empty room.

And there’s a voice that speaks

like someone’s right behind me.

I turned around and found

exactly what you would expect.

Clothes I left on my floor.

The papers piled on my desk.

But where the ink is

where the cause effect what’s meant by it

the story is incomplete.

The pictures’ left unfinished.

So I am writing my own ending.

I’ll let my pen bleed black or blue.

And I will color in the meaning.

It will be gold and green and true.

And I’ll learn to love my new discovered proof.

I’ll be grateful for this day.

I will be grateful for each day to come.

You got me there. *ponders*