"cause i’m just about to set fire to everything i see"

no, not literally.  i’m not going to commit arson or actually light anything on fire aside from a lovely smelling mulled cider candle in my room.  it’s metaphorical.  it’s how i’ve been feeling lately.  honestly, i’ve been a bit of a grouch.  i guess that’s why they made me oscar the grouch for halloween a while back…

most everyone who knows me knows and accepts that i do love john mayer with a passion and that though i don’t agree with his political views, the man knows how to write and sing lyrics that can hit my soul like a 120 mph impact.  and as my best friend put it, i should know.  120 mph impact, been there, done that.  i am not a crier, but that man can bring those little wet buggers called tears to my eyes and make the crawl down my cheek toward my shoes and leave little wet trails.  i call them traitor tears.  and lately i’ve just been frustrated.  my mom knows it (she reads my blog!).  my best friend knows it.  yoda knows it. my secret online friend whom i trying to make a real life friend katie knows it.  i think the world just knows it.  even the bajillion people in china.

i’m not going to list what i’m frustrated about because that’s just insanely narsasstic and no one cares.  so here’s my list….joking.

here are the lyrics that hit me over and over and over and over and etc. again.

I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
just stuck inside the gloom

Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
and leave it all behind

Cause I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life


Young and full of running,
tell me where is that taking me
just a great figure eight
or a tiny infinity.

Love is really nothing
but a dream that keeps waking me.
For all of my trying
we still end up dying;
how can it be?

Don’t say a word; just come over and lie here with me
’cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see.

I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe.
There, I just said it; I’m scared you’ll forget about me.

So young and full of running
all the way to the edge of desire.
Steady my breathing, silently screaming
I have to have you now.

Wired and I’m tired;
think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor.
Or maybe this mattress will spin on its axis
and find me on yours.

❤ you johnny. 

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