Mood: Okie dokie Joe.
Song: Fancy Footwork; Chromeo
2 step,
2 step,
2 step,
Let her see that fancy footwork, ahh~
Show her your that type of guy
I've been hearing that saying a lot lately.
From...Multiple people.
I never really got it?
I mean I did, but I thought it was one of those worthless sayings that I'd never ever repeat in my life.
BUT.
I totally did.
Last night, huzahhh.
That's right man.
Just brush off my shoulder, and walk outttt.
Close the door and leaaave.
Awwwe yeah.
I hate how I can put forth so much effort, and never receive anything back.
I'll give, give, give, and give.
You took, took, took, and took.
No more, no more.
It seems everyday I'm waking up from my dream.
I wonder why I'm so scared to speak my opinions out loud about him.
Why I never exactly say his name, just leave hints about him.
I did so much for Connor.
And it was pretty much worthless.
Time spent on someone who is now...Not..Important to me anymore.
...Whoa.
Got that off my chest.
No, no, no.
Brushed that off my shoulder.
I really need to just let out all this stuff.
But I supposed that's a different story, for a different point in time.
Song: Fancy Footwork; Chromeo
2 step,
2 step,
2 step,
Let her see that fancy footwork, ahh~
Show her your that type of guy
I've been hearing that saying a lot lately.
From...Multiple people.
I never really got it?
I mean I did, but I thought it was one of those worthless sayings that I'd never ever repeat in my life.
BUT.
I totally did.
Last night, huzahhh.
That's right man.
Just brush off my shoulder, and walk outttt.
Close the door and leaaave.
Awwwe yeah.
I hate how I can put forth so much effort, and never receive anything back.
I'll give, give, give, and give.
You took, took, took, and took.
No more, no more.
It seems everyday I'm waking up from my dream.
I wonder why I'm so scared to speak my opinions out loud about him.
Why I never exactly say his name, just leave hints about him.
I did so much for Connor.
And it was pretty much worthless.
Time spent on someone who is now...Not..Important to me anymore.
...Whoa.
Got that off my chest.
No, no, no.
Brushed that off my shoulder.
I really need to just let out all this stuff.
But I supposed that's a different story, for a different point in time.
