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MATCHBOOK ROMANCE LYRICS

"In Transit (For You)"

Dream baby for me
I'll be waiting here for you
Pack your things, fly to me
Scatter me across the sky
I'll shine all night
And just like a star
I'll fall for you

Baby if you want me to
I'd do anything for you
Just say the words and I'd give you the world
Yeah, but that's not good enough

Starlit sea will be our dance floor
And birds will sing our song
And your scars, your scars will heal
For You

Baby if you want me to
I'd do anything for you
And just say the words, and I'd give you the world
Yeah, but that's not good enough

And Baby if you wanted me to, why not say so
Let me go cause I cant shine bright enough for you

I shine for you

I fall
Dream baby for me
I'll be waiting here for you

I've converted Jess to the Andrew McMahon cult.

SALAAM... SALAAM...

( See for yourself... )

AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cheese?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cloth?
LocoCocoChicka: in a bag?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a guy?
LocoCocoChicka: who's bald?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in an eggshell?
LocoCocoChicka: with a pet moose?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: eating a rotten turnip?
LocoCocoChicka: with his left foot?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and his right finger?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: (s)?
LocoCocoChicka: under a huckleberry monster?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in midwinter?
LocoCocoChicka: with a monkfish in his ear?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: praising alice paul?
LocoCocoChicka: on the highest mole hill? in history?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with his favorite trail-mix?
LocoCocoChicka: and the mona lisa?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: smiles frowningly?
LocoCocoChicka: and not?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: is well?
LocoCocoChicka: and goes to Barix clinics?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with stinky toes?
LocoCocoChicka: and a lady named Rosalyn
LocoCocoChicka: ?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: at your local Thetorium?
LocoCocoChicka: with a cucumber?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: melon?
LocoCocoChicka: body lotion?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: el stinko!?
LocoCocoChicka: wiht numbchucks?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and a toothpick? named Randall?
LocoCocoChicka: and a small leather mask?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with glittery men? attached?
LocoCocoChicka: on a boondoggle keychain?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: pootslap?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: me?
LocoCocoChicka: with a brink?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a sink?
LocoCocoChicka: with a mink? coat?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: bedstand?
LocoCocoChicka: handstand?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: on a bed?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with an eye? patch?
LocoCocoChicka: and a parrot?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with a parasol?
LocoCocoChicka: inside her heathen pants?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: with pockets?
LocoCocoChicka: with air bubbles?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: in spice?
LocoCocoChicka: in a vat of mayonnaise?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: of onion soup?
LocoCocoChicka: and a trash bag filled with lard?
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: and peas?
LocoCocoChicka: and listerine
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: baskets
LocoCocoChicka: with got cheese
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: cloth
AvrilRoxMyWorld8: (the end)

Take the test, by Emily.

i can hear ticking clocks,
running rampant in me,
chiming in apogee
waiting for the cynergy
of her and me waiting on the light
and i never say goodnight
never say that i'm always right

now in you girl
i'm consent to drown
you're so high and i'm so down
this night'll end sooner but much sooner now
i'm awake in you and you're asleep in me
all the things i'll never be
make me wonder could you see
and i said

wait, till i hit the ground harder
wish i could wait, to i could hear your heartbeat fast
wish i could wait till i missed her flavour
my days are numbered here
and i don't want to be the last one home
don't want to be the last one home

though i'm weak inside
i'm thriving just the same
still calling out your name
wondering who it is that i should blame
stabbing hard and burried
conciousness and fear
forgetting others i hold dear
wontcha maybe could you hear
and i said to

wait, till i hit the ground harder
wish i could wait, to hear your heartbeat fast
wish i could wait till i missed her flavour
my days are numbered here
and i don't want to be the last one home
no no no
the last one home
(oh here we go...)

there you are baby
just waiting on the sun
just staring at the sky
said when will he be done
and i said there you are baby
waiting on the sun
staring at the sky
said when will he be done
when will he be done

and i wish i could wait, till i see you shaking
wish i could wait to pull out of this one fast
wish i could wait till i taste your flavour
and maybe i can savour every last drop
and i said

wait, till i hit the ground harder
wish i could wait, to hear to hear your heartbeat fast
i wish i could wait to see you shaking
my days are numbered here
and i don't want to be the last one home
the last one home
the last one home

i feel so... out of place in the place i am in. is that what high school is about? being confused, on a larger scale than middle school? and if this is how i feel now, then will college be worse?

college.

brr.

You know that expression you get on your face when there's a million things you want to say but none of them seem right?

I miss everything.

One line is all it takes.

I am transported into a memory.



I have 5 valentine cards. Some have funny phrases on them; juvenile poems and pictures of toilets. A few have sappy hallmark words. I ripped them out of a Nickelodeon magazine. I offer any one of my selection to him. He picks not a humorous one, but one with a palm tree and a heart that says in bubble letters, "I'm very frond of you. Why didn't he take a funny one, why take one of the few romantic cards? He writes his name on the back in messy blocky writing.



A reminiscent tune blows me on the breezes of past days. It is February again; the month I was born, the month I fell in love.




He is awaiting his cue. We are backstage; it is dark. A light through the curtains shines a beam of light onto his face; and he looks tentatively outside. If the curtains would never move and he stayed so perfectly forever I would be so happy. The moment hits me suddenly. There is a heavy cardboard camera in my hand, there is heavy breathing roaring in my ears, there is the taste of urgency in the air. He pulls on the curtain, we all run out. Away.




It's almost a year now. A whole year... of heartbreak and lost hopes, of jealousy and trying to repair friendships. I'm the only one left. I yearn again...




It's the first practice curtain call. God answers my fervent prayers, he stands next to me. We talk backstage, make up silly inside jokes. He takes my hand in his, and he tugs me out into the brightness. I smile more widely than I have ever before, and we bow together. His hand is so nice, warm and moist, but not disgustingly so.




I will have to wait just as long to see you again; to feel the ecstasy that inflames my blood when you are near, to feel like there is no end to me, to feel right.




It is the last day of school, my last day at the middle school. My bus is late, as irony would have it. His bus is still there, I see his outline, his frame. I want to say something to him, I know he sees me. But the diablo that his my shyness will not permit me. I bite my tongue and curse my late bus, wander away. The last time, the last time...

GRR... why does C**** (not the name chris) have a girlfriend? And why did he have to IM me after two years of noncommunication, build my hopes up, then make horrible small talk and send me the link to his stupid band's website?

C****... why hast thou forsaken me?

Your grand dad left home for the circus. He was young just like me,
with hope to explore. He married a girl in Virginia.
She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor.

Your mother was born in December, on the one sunny day that winter gave up.
She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,
when she stared at the world.

So why do you leave these stories unfinished,
my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?
Why do you look when you've already found it?
What did you find that could leave you walking by?

She was raised in a New England village.
Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare,
and you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,
you grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care?

So why do you leave these stories unfinished,
my Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?
Why do you look when you've already found me?
What did you find that could leave you walking by?

These nights I get high just from breathing.
When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real,
like that firework over the freeway.
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel.

So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone.
My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile,
what makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?
Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?

I GOT THE SOMETHING CORPORATE DVD!!! HAHAHA, YES, SUCKERS!!!!!!

I watched it last night when I got back from my awesome mall trip. But I was sooper tired and it was extra-late so I kinda fell asleep during Konstantine. Blasphemy, right?

It's awesome though. Brian wears a Strong Bad shirt through the whole special features section. I love when Andrew goes to get his shirt. "So the lady's like 'You came for the yellow shirt?' and I'm like 'Yeah.' and she says... she just starts swearing in Spanish."

Clutch: So today's been a very constructive day... I bowled the best game of my life. I figure in a few years I'll be bowling 300's... *sits up* Sorry. I was checking out a female.

Andrew: Those aren't the lyrics. you record a dvd and forget the lines to your own fucking song... how bout you guys help me out with this one and sing along.

I have found Konstantine! AHHHHH!!!

I swear, it's probably the best song ever invented...

I screamed the other day when I saw that my pop-up blocker had blocked 1111 pop-ups.

I admit that I'm a nerd.

SOMETHING CORPORATE LYRICS

"Konstantine"

I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand all the things you've seen
But i'm slipping inbetween
You and your big dreams
It's always you
In my big dreams

And you tell me that it's over
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
And your restless, and i'm naked
You've gotta get out
You can't stand to see me shaking
No
Could you let me go?
I didn't think so

And you don't wanna be here in the future
So you say the present's just a pleasent interruption to the past
And you don't wanna look much closer
Cuz your afraid to find out all this hope
You had sent into the sky by now had crashed
And it did
Because of me

And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you're alone
And i'm sleeping in your living room
We don't have much room to live

I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rock star
And there was hope in me that i could take you there
But dammit you're so young
Well i don't think i care
And if i hurt you
Then i'm sorry
Please don't think that this was easy

Then you bring me home
Cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
And i'm dreaming in your living room
We don't have much room to live

And konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear
And i was thinking
What i was thinking
We've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that i could do is touch her long blonde hair
And i've been thinking
It hurts me thinking that these nights
When we were drinking no they never got us anywhere
No

This is because i can spell konfusion with a k
And i like it
It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it
It's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car
When the first star you see may not be a star
I'm not your star
Isn't that what you said
What you thought this song meant

And if this is what it takes
Just to lie in my mistakes
And live with what i did to you
And all the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock
It's 11:11
And now you want to talk
It's not hard to dream
You'll always be my konstantine

Konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do
No they'll never hurt you like i do
No, no, no no no no no no

This is to a girl who got into my head
With all the pretty things she did
Hey
You know
You keep me up in bed
This is to a girl who got into my head
With all the fucked up things i did
Hey
Maybe
Baby
You could keep me up in bed
My Konstantine
Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen
And i said
Did you know i missed you? [x7]
Oh god i miss you

And then you bring me home
And we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no
And you'll kiss me in your living room
I know
You'll miss me in your living room
Cuz these nights i think maybe that i'll miss you in my living room
We don't have much room
I said does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live

My Konstantine

You are 55% Vice-Presidential!

Your VP Personality is:
Invisible-Criminal

You're the vice president. You should have some power, some influence, or at least a nice mansion to live in. But the president insists on freezing you out, and to be honest, your constant scheming hasn't helped. Like Aaron Burr, you'll have to come up with other ways to spend your time in office, like challenging a Founding Father to a duel in New Jersey.

As a Vice President, you would be:

57% Criminal
60% Invisible
25% Expendable
0% Idealistic
44% Essential
36% Electable

Compared to 44,592 other test-takers:

91% scored lower than you
3% scored the same as you
6% scored higher than you

I have dedicated the song Yellow by Coldplay to my lovah, Erik. Bitches.

Idol


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okay...

Yesterday I went to Jess's volleyball game. They warmed up and I went into the 'foyer' and said hi to Mrs. Albertson. I looked to see if anyone I knew was getting on the late bus. No. You know who I was looking for... a certain blonde Jewish boy...

St. Joe's, who they were going against, was an hour late, so everyone was super tense. First varsity played three games and then left so they could get ready for the football game. Then when Jess and the frosh and Deanna played, they played two super fast games so they could get out of there. It was six before we left.

Then we went to Jess's house. We did our shiznit and went to the game.

It was awesome. We sat with Marissa and Zane and Brittany Young and (if she came over) Breana. Golden Boy was on the next row over, lucky moi. I was having a good time, keeping an eye out for Smoke Stack, when a bunch of middle schoolers appear. Jess and I made fun of them because they were rude (none of my friends). Then a bunch of football players from the M.S. walk by... and guees who's with them?

Yeah. Erik.

It was seriously... I can't even descrie it. I just remembered. I remembered why I had liked him so much. Every muscle in my body just tensed up. It was like the movies... Just suddenely, there was no one else. I don't want to wax poetical, but there is no other way to descrbie it. I couldn't breathe.

He was at the bottom of the bleachers. He and his friends were looking for seats. I grabbed Jess's shoulder and told her (rhyme?). She was like, "That kid? Hey, he's kinda cute." A step up from last year, when she said he was fugly. he grew his hair out a little, I dunno. But anyway.

The group started going up the steps where there's an empty bench a row over and above ours. As he walked up, I reached over Jess and said hi, and gave him a high five. Jess was cracking up.

The whole time I felt like I was lighting up. Like every pore in my body was moving and shifting.

But then he left. A red herring. I was pretty curshed... But. It's ok. I knew he was somewhere, because his sister and mom were sitting behind me. Or if it wasn't, they looked a darn lot like him.

But he came back after awhile.

We won the game. It was great. I kept catcalling Jackie's brother. All in all, I had way too much fun.

But it gets better.

Jess, obviously irritated by the fact that I was too shy to approach Erik, dragged me over to him. What followed ranked with the best flirty conversations of my life.

Yesss.

Like I said, I won't wax poetical, buuuut....

Sorry.

So afterwards I slept over Jess's and her brother was so checking me out... Muahaha. Just kidding. But he did ask who I was going to homecoming with, and complimented my dress, and... talked to me? Jess says that he's really mean to all of her other friends and nevertalks to them. It must have been my dress... and my hurr (hair)... magikal.


It was a cool sleepover. We watched Goldmember and Jess fell asleep really quickly. We woke up and ate gross french toast sticks. We turned up 96.5 louuuud and rapped along with Kanye and Ciara. It was cool.

Right now Jess is getting her hurr did. I am sitting here, and talking to Nora. And efore I talked to Jackie and Danielle. And felt very happy.

Tonight is homecoming... Aaaah! Jess will be over soon to help me do my hurr. Then... who knows?

Aaaah.

Aaaah.

Aaaah!

Ok... Smoke Stack got all up in my face TWICE today. Each time his nose was an inch from my nose, and then he drew back, laughing.

God, that is so cool.

You are Alice in Wonderland! You are or will be a
drug addict who passes yourself off as a
functioning member of society. Maybe you just
love playing chess, and you work it into
everyday life. You're an enigmatic complexity,
very cheerful but a twisted psycho on the
inside. Maybe that's why I love you so much.
You'll also enjoy reading Through the Looking
Glass.


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