Slowly slipping
It seems I’ve lost all the things I love in my life the only thing that kept me smiling today was my niece and now she went back home.
Love
Had so many girls looking at me at the spirit-bar tonight. I saw so many couples.
But I kept thinking the same thing.
No matter where I go I can’t escape the truth.
My minds stuck on replay.
Remember The Small Things
“This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.”
Alexis
Yeah!
She was built with a brain
And some swagger.
A little scream, little cry,
Little laughter.
She’s a ten,
I’m a joke in my own mind.
But she still loves to dance
With my punch lines.
(Punch lines, lines.
Punch lines, lines.)
This (this) love (love) found (found) us (us),
Now (now) I (I) seeeee (see) you.
This (this) love (love) up (up) down (down),
Please believe (please believe).
Baby, when I’m yellin’ at you,
It’s not your fault,
It’s not your fault, yeah and
Baby cause I’m crazy for you,
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, yeah and,
Maybe I’m a little confused,
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, yeah and
Baby, it’s a wonderful news.
It’s not your fault,
It’s not your fault, yeah.
Oh, it’s not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
I’m a fight with myself,
Till I’m bleeding.
Just a taste of your skin,
Starts the healing.
Anyone from my past,
Get your ammo.
Find my sun in the dark side,
Of my shadow.
(Punch lines, lines.
Punch lines, lines.)
This love found us,
Now I see it.
This love up down,
Please believe.
Baby, when I’m yellin’ at you,
It’s not your fault,
It’s not your fault, yeah and
Baby cause I’m crazy for you,
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, yeah
Maybe I’m a little confused,
It’s not your fault,
It’s not your fault, yeah and
Baby, it’s a wonderful news.
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, yeah.
Oh, it’s not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
(Hey, hey,
Na na na na.)
You to know.
(Hey, hey,
Na na na na.)
(Hey, hey,
Na na na na.)
(Hey, hey,
Na na na na.)
(Na na na na.)
(Na na na na.)
Oh, it’s not that you should care,
I just wanted you.
Oh, it’s not that you should care,
I just wanted you to know.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Baby, when I’m yellin’ at you,
(Hey)
It’s not your fault
(Hey)
It’s not your fault, yeah and
(Na na na na.)
Baby cause I’m crazy for you,
(Hey)
It’s not your fault
(Hey)
It’s not your fault, yeah
(Na na na na.)
Maybe I’m a little confused,
(Hey)
It’s not your fault
(Hey)
It’s not your fault, yeah and
(Na na na na.)
Baby, it’s a wonderful news.
(Hey)
It’s not your fault
(Hey)
It’s not your fault, yeah
(Na na na na.)
Oh, it’s not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.
Consideration and dedication to people words
I feel like I’m the only one that actually cares for people! And wants to hear what they have to say.
