Do You Remember- Jack Johnson

Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do
It was some time in early September
But you were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind
So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
It wasn't hard to find, you painted flowers on it
Guess that I was afraid that if you rode away
You might not roll back my direction real soon

Well, I was crazy about you, then and now
But the craziest thing of all
Over ten years have gone by and you're still mine
Locked in time, let's rewind

Do you remember when we first moved in together
The piano took up the living room
You played me Boogie Woogie, I played you love songs
You'd say, we're playing house
Now you still say we are
We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away but we were still in town

Now, I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don't like to look at

But all these times, they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
But you're still mine

Do you remember?


i'm gonna spend my money on 2 CDs: Jack Johnson's In Between Dreams and James Blunt's Back to Bedlam.
i'm determined.

it feels like its 2 in the afternoon, although it's really already evening. time has shifted while my dreams become elongated.
i'm sleeping too much. i have an abundance of free time, and i think i want to keep it that way. :)

i went back to new town today, twice. first to get my guitar and again to get my ipod. about time i retrieved all my lost articles. i missed my guitar a lot. it felt as though something was missing, and it's not even in a vague way. it was like a gap that i could put my hand through. i'm never letting it leave me again.

all the words for my songs came just when i don't have my guitar. it was seriously frustrating. now i can barely remember anything. :/ i guess all the songs i write will sorta make up a portfolio, for all my wildest aspirations. i still don't know if i'll have the guts to actually pursue songwriting; there's that "how good, how bad, how talented", and having to be practical about life, cuz you see, life likes to cheat you. it makes you believe that you have it all within your grasp, and then makes darn sure you see your dreams turn to dust before your very eyes.

i need something to do with my time, before i make myself crazy, churning out self-righteous philosophies.
i'll make music. :D

so many parties next week! well, okay just 2. but still. parties. i am happily unemployed.

I blogged @ 6:57 PM