Tuesday, 1 May 2007

One of those times when the lyrics fit you like a fucking glove.

    Just hear me out
    If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
    I highly doubt
    I can make it through another of your episodes
    Lashing out
    One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
    You wear me out
    But it's all right now


He's singing it with a bitter tongue while he restrings his guitar and I find myself afraid to go in the room in case he's in a bad mood. For Christ's sake it's Jake.

Whoever said Bridget could be fixed with time and love had no idea what we're up against.

Oh, right. That was Jake, too.

Raise your hand if you know I'm really getting kind of worried about how this trip is going to go.