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[sid] => 29483
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[aid] => mick
[title] => You get used to being Alone
[time] => 2003-12-16 07:36:12
[hometext] => This is about a relationship that has just ended. Hope u enjoy+++++Peace+++++
[bodytext] => You get used to being alone Broke up with my girl yesterday Maybe it was last week Hey, maybe last year The days blur like bad pictures I can’t remember what caused it I’m on automatic You get used to being alone You get used to being sad I’m listening to Garbage I’m a pop song I’m the ghost in the big house with the green eyes Green eyes that stare right thru you Green eyes that have watched sad movies in hot Summer nights Wondering what love was… And can it be restored? You get used to being alone You get used to being sad You look sad, my friend Give me your broken vessel of blood and bone So many years, the soft pain… I’d kill for someone else’s memories I’d walk across the desert for some good feelings Let my tears heal you and all those like you Just trust me, broken hearted little drifter singing lonely songs You get used to being alone You get used to being sad I remember the world before girls When all we had was clean hearts and Beatles songs Yeah, George Harrison On the radio When he still walked thru this world of light and shadow And we thought the whole world listened to Jackson Browne and got stoned Those were the days I remember, Were we only 16? Was it ever just you and me against the world? What have I imagined and what have I kept true? You get used to being alone You get used to being sad And the models we knew Were all from Playboy And the girls we knew Were just dreams that floated thru a different world in a different way I had my crush on Alyssa Milano I had my crush on long-haired brunettes And I never had a bad attitude Till I was 17 But that didn’t last for long We all go thru our rebel time We all forget about the cricket score But the Sun forgives all The Sun forgives all And I can see your face in the dying light and you’re still smiling That matters to me, in ways I can’t ever tell you, I guess… Broke up with my girl yesterday Maybe it was last week Hey, maybe last year The days slide by like bad pictures I don’t remember the score I don’t remember the final word I don’t remember the damage that was done My heart has hit the deep freeze I’m on automatic I’m a pop song I’m listening to Garbage You get used to being alone You get used to being sad You ever watch TV? You ever worship Elvis? You ever wonder just what he did to himself in Graceland? Do you think he ever had a chance? Let the cute girls dance on the TV Channel Rock Planet Channel Hip-Hop Channel Whatever-you-Want Let the Latin lover wear his silver cross with Christ in thorns Let anything warm this heart And just let me have a dream without an ending in blood desires Yeah, just let me swim in the waves ‘Cause no TV show is as good as the surf, Not even 90210 in the glory days… Someone’s singing Sheryl Crow songs on the sand Everything feels familiar and not in a bad way I’m just a pop song I’m just a fad Our hearts aren’t pure I don’t even know what the word means anymore But once I did I’ve seen demons in the face of good people I’ve seen suicides and nobody knew the reason And even the saints are scarred Even the saints have secrets and black and windy pasts You get used to being alone You get used to being sad But there’s nothing wrong with smiling ‘Cause we aren’t even halfway ‘Cause our lives will be full of twists and turns Remember that kid at school who stabbed the bully, and ran away, They asked all of us what made him do it? I wonder where he is now? I often think of him. Just so someone does. The sea is so vast and I’m so small Somewhere in the water I turn off automatic And I’m just me again… I swim into the blue so free, I don’t really want to go back to shore But I keep hearing the ghost calling me Home Most times it’s nothing but a feeling Sometimes it’s her on my voicemail And I take the phone to the window and watch the dolphins play Just to hear her say Goodbye One more time I never speak It hurts too much My voice is colored by a broken heart I get embarrassed by how hurt I am But I’m me again That has to count You get used to being alone You get used to being sad You get used to being alone You get used to being sad. (David Finn, 2003) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 638 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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