Morning Playlist

Driving into work and took a minute to finally connect my phone to my car, and it came up with all sorts of gems. Of course, the drive makes it easy to think about where I am going today and where I would rather be going.

  . . . could stick around and get along with you
Hello, oh, oh, oh, oh
It doesn’t really mean that I’m into you
Hello, oh, oh, oh, oh

… You’re alright, but I’m here, darling, to enjoy the party
Don’t get too excited cause that’s all you get from me, hey
Yeah, I think you’re cute, but really you should know
I just came to say hello
Hello
Hello
Hello, oh, oh, oh, oh

These are brat lyrics, honestly. Do you think this reverse psychology would work? I think he can already see past this. He knows . . .

I just want his stupid love. I am stupid for him, and he knows it.

And there’ll be sun, sun, sun all over our bodies
And sun, sun, sun all down our necks
And there’ll be sun, sun, sun all over our faces
And sun, sun, sun, so what the heck

‘Cause I’ll be laughing at all your silly little jokes
And we’ll be laughing about how we used to smoke
All those stupid little cigarettes and drink stupid wine
‘Cause its what we needed to have a good time

But it was fun, fun, fun when we were drinking
It was fun, fun, fun when we were drunk
And it was fun, fun, fun when we were laughing
It was fun, fun, fun, oh, it was fun

Oh well, I look at you and say it’s the happiest that I’ve ever been
And I’ll say I no longer feel I have to be James Dean
And she’ll say, yeah well, I feel pretty a happy too
And I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you

And it’ll be love, love, love all through our bodies
And love, love, love all through our minds
And it’ll be love, love, love all over her face
And love, love, love all over mine

And though admittedly all these moments are just in my head
I’ll be thinking bout them as I’m lying in bed
And I know that admittedly it might not even come true
But in my mind I’m havin’ a pretty good time with you

I hope that I will still know him in five years, no matter what label we put on each other. I want that energy to still be there.

Because right now . . .

I will still want, and I will still crave.

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you

Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
I would have known what I was living for all along

What I’ve been living for

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain

Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase