Song, Written June 26, 2009

[I can't remember who this was about, and I don't think I titled it, but I came across it today. Here goes.]

You like when I ramble,


My opinions, my conditions.

I like you.

You like the way her hair sticks up

The way her eyes shine when she smiles

I like you.

You like the sunsets, the way the water hums

and watching buildings blaze to the ground.

You can like it all-

But I like you.



And no matter how often I say it

I can't seem to convey it

the way I feel about you is unusual at least.

And when you laugh I feel my heart smile,

Because I know that for a little while,

I fixed the girl who sees the sky in pieces of gray-

and for awhile, I pretend that it's all going to be-okay.



You like his boylashes and his goofy grin

and I can't help but say again

I like you.

You like staying up til dawn

and sleeping in til noon,

I like my sleep-

But I like you.

You like dancing solo,

And you like living alone,

but I like you.



And no matter how often I say it

I can't seem to convey it

the way I feel about you is unusual at least.

And that frown makes me crumble

And my hopes start to tumble, because I hoped

I fixed the girl who sees the sky in pieces of gray-

and for awhile, I could pretend that it was all okay.



There are a million things that I could say

I like in some odd sort of way,

but each one would be a lie

because despite all you try-

I like you, and I'll like you in the morning,

in the evening, in the afternoon.

I like you daytimes and nighttimes

and pretty soon,

We'll be a memory, a past that we can't share.

I liked you... I'll like you anywhere.

Conversations With God.

I'll come back to that thought later. I have more to say.

Reliable...

This word tends to make me think of things like refrigerators and trucks- they may not be new, but they're reliable, and they never give up on you.

Like this one:

Now, you might be thinking "Oh MY GOD, that is the ugliest refrigerator I have ever fucking seen. Ever.

Well, you're right. But my point is not it's looks.

I wish that my friends were all really ugly refrigerators.

That's a terrible thing to say, I know, but think about it this way: You have a choice between two refrigerators- a beautiful, shiny, high tech newbie, and an old, steady clunker.

Which would you really prefer? Something new and easily breakable and confusing, or something that's stood by you through exes and old pizza and your vegan phase?

I'd pick the latter.

So if you'd go for your sturdy bestie, lets bind together and make a change. Lets be the world's antiques, because we are made to last, and way more amazing than anything Apple can imagine.