So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
- Bachelor Girl
While I was trying to condense everything that I meant
In a minute or less when I called to confess
And make all of my stresses go bye-bye
Did you get my message, you didn't I guess
'cuz if you did you would have called me with your sweet intent
And we could give it a rest 'stead of beating my breast
Making all of the pressure go sky-high
Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send
Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent
Did you get my message?
(Did You Get My Message - Jason Mraz)
you know how people always say that they've emailed you something oh so long ago, or they did call and left a message, but you don't seem to recall any of those ever happening. lies i tell you. it's what runs the world. how utterly sinful. but i'm not complaining.
or am i?
how can one ever be sure if it's a lie or the truth, whether there is any truth in the lie or if there's a lie in the truth. just asking. when people tell you something, do you believe it immediately just because you saw it in the movies once and it worked out fine? like in the movie jerry macguire, the line: you had me at hello. OH REALLY NOW, i just somehow do not see that possibly happening in real life like it did in reel life. it's not a crime to be a cynic.
or is it?
makes one cautious.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.