Life on Standby

"I don't think people are meant to be by themselves, that's why, if you actually find someone you care about... it's important to let go of the little things - even if you can't let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone... no matter how many people are around you"

Monday, November 28, 2005

Bedshaped

At court tomorrow for the Currel's claim against me - love to see them get out of me what I don't have! My car is off the road from the end of this month, can't afford to get it taxed and tested.

Lately, fell out with Rob, Nei, Marty, Diane and Ste - fuck the lot of them... one thing I cannot stand is people thinking they are better than me because of my current situation - they ain't worth shit...

Stacie has been getting back in touch and has spent a couple of nights over, nothing happened. She keeps saying how much she likes me.. but...?

Shelley tried to be a clever fuck last night, pity she was trying to crack onto a partial friend of mine who is in a serious relationship... same old story, nice looking but she has no personality at all...

Barry Scott is seriously trying to fuck me over cash wise... again, good luck cos I have none!

Been getting tempted to pack up the few items I have and fuck off somewhere... but I don't have enough assets to get me far enough away...

Saw 'whatsername' outside of Coast last week, as soon as she saw me walking along she started playing up to the doormen, whatever, you _really_ don't have to show me how much of a slut you are... fucking clueless bitch!

'Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of your old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?

I know!

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?

I know!

And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?

I know!'