i seem to be struck by you, if love is a labor ill slave to the end
this feeling sort have (i meant to use the word of but theyre almost the same…) scared me, as much this realization scared me. i think i really love justin lucio. before i would justify it as a “love for this absolute moment love” not really a long lasting, dare i say it forever kind of thing. but today i think i just love him. love him wholey. i still dont ever see myself being able to marry, him, not really anways. but i dont like the idea of not seeing him come august. and i could see me trying to make it work. and i can see me severly screwed up when/if we break up. its a new feeling. one that is not altogether welcome or unwelcome. ive really opened myself up to being hurt. but i have all theset things i want to do in the future with him… its so very mixed up. i love him, i know i do, this is it. i think about late last night, and that exactly what i wanted it to be. only not in the stupid details i had envisioned its just the way love is and comes about. no stupid movie guy would ahve written it because it was that perfect but because it was the IMperfect. and im stunned, struck by you. today i got my period and i was all emotional. and he didnt call to really ask me to come to the bbq and i knew it was stupid but i got really really hurt and cried and felt all depressed. AND HE DID IT! what i always wanted him to do, he realized i was upset and sad and called and drug the whole story out of me. i love him so much. i gave up on the idea that anyone would care enough to do that. and i wish i was with him now, and i want to see him and be held by him and i want to love him and i want to show it all the time. i want wednesday to go perfect and i hope it does. i love him. why did this not seem to have the same meaning now as it did before? i love him and i want to tell him so only some times ithink just saying it isnt enough. i guess its very true. you dont pick who you fall in love with. maybe thats why its falling in love and not diving in love. you dont decide when where or who. you just fall.
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
I’ve been here so long, I think that it’s time to move
The winter’s so cold, summer’s over too soon
Let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we’ve had some times, I wouldn’t trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand….until you hold my hand
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away, swing life away, swing life away, swing life away-
i love him
