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hurry up & get here
March 29, 2006This is going to be a long post.
I haven’t really felt like posting lately, though I’ve got tons of thoughts I’d written on paper these past nights when I couldn’t sleep.
But tonight I was listening to my mp3s as usual, and one of the songs ultimately prompted this post.
Don’t you hate it when songs strike home so hard, it hurts? Sometimes a song gets to me so bad, I immediately go into an instant mood swing the moment I hear it. The moods would range from being royally p*ssed, sadly pensive, to being downright depressed — depending on the song, of course.
Well tonight my mood has switched to being sadly pensive, so much that I feel like drowning in thoughts and memories. All because of this song:
Love Song For No One
by John Mayer
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I’m jaded
I hate it
I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
(get here)
Searching all my days just to find you
I’m not sure who I’m looking for
I’ll know it
When I see you
Until then, I’ll hide in my bedroom
just staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You’ll be so good
You’ll be so good for me
Now isn’t that just a little too much food for thought? Well… I guess if you’re no longer single, you can’t relate. Or maybe you used to feel like this, but has since found The One.
I haven’t. Not that I’m complaining, and I don’t really mind, nor do I dwell day and night on the fact that I’m turning 25 and still single, but sometimes there are just moments when thoughts of "love" and "romance" just looove to smack me in the face.
Tough luck.









