Chasing Cars

Chasing Cars

We'll do it all,
Everything,
On our own.
Guess what? This is going to be a LONG post. Partly because I have all the time in the world. Also because I'm as bored as hell. Today was pretty uneventful, stopped off at Borders in Times Square with Kim, Rowan and Mercedes to get a few books. Kim's taken the Sarah Dessen, Mercedes took the Sandra Glover and Rowan waltzed off with the Melvin Burgess. Great. Just lovely. I'll waste more time describing my Music Video, the one I made for Kim in the next paragraph.
We don't need,
Anything,
Or anyone.
The opening shot is of them playing pool in Home and Away. Maria sank all the shots, to give her credit, even if I don't want to, she's a pool shark. No shit. After she sank most of the balls in the first shot (that sounds WRONG!!!), she blew a kiss to the camera. DisGUSting. Then it's a five-second shot of them getting ready for Nia's 20th birthday. That was SOME party. Next, it's Times Square, one of those smoochy scenes. Kim looks deliriously happy. Poor thing... Anyway, the next shot is them jumping on Maria's bed, smacking eachother with pillows. The next shot is a bit funny, cause Maria's nowhere to be seen. It's Kim and I in club. In the toilet, we drew our feet on the wall with a Sharpie (don't call me a vandal, it was COOL). Kim's first cigarette. Pillowfight again. At my uncle's beach house, holding hands (aawww). Preparation for Nia's party again, but a different shot (*gasp* The BIMBONESS!). At the party at Zouk itself. Kim the next morning. I was really, really, sick that day. She was hangover-less. Smoochy scene at Zouk. Maria crying for some strange reason. Kim going out of Zouk and THEN she starts crying (it's a wonder they didn't kill me while I was filming). Smoochy scene elsewhere. Huggy-huggy-kissy-kissy scene. Maria on the first break-up night. The champagne food fight that nearly got us kicked out of the damn hotel. Different smoochy scene. Maria on how good I am with Kim (my ego gets even bigger). My uncle's house, but a differnt shot. Huggy scene. END.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Christ, it sounds like some second rate soap-opera like Helen watches in the cold light of the day (KIDDING, Helen). But, hey, if it sucked, Kim wouldn't have cried while watching it last night. And, yes, everyone, I DID do the mopping up, i.e. nose-blowing, tear-wiping-away.... Yeah. That stuff. As you can clearly see, I'm making good on the "advocate" promise. I'm going to do it no matter what the consequences. No matter what happens. Hell, now I sound like a bad soap-opera. Gross.
I don't quite know,
How to say,
How I feel.
I'm using this song because it's true. I don't quite know how to say how I feel. If that makes sense to you guys, hit me up. It doesn't make sennse to me, so I'd like to find out which guy I'm holding back on though one of you MIGHT be right about your guess. I don't know, either. That's why I want to find out... I'm super blur about this. What I need is for you guys to help me out. A little help, people? God didn't give you brains for nothing...
Those three words,
Are said too much,
They're not enough.
That's a beautiful verse right there. "I Love You" IS said too much. Everytime you lend someone something at school, everytime you do someone a favour the standard thank-you is...
"DUDE! I love you, man/girl/bro!"
Before quickly running off with the borrowed thing. And for whoever it is I'm going to tell it to, it's DEFINATELY not enough. They deserve something different. And I don't mean something stupid.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told,
Before we get too old,
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Anyway, Mercedes just poured a whole quart of milk on Rowan's Ryan Cabrera spikes. Looks like fun. The only thing that's keeping me from getting soaked is THIS laptop and THOSE electronics in my pocket. I'm also a party pooper for not joining in. Just call me chicken. Oh, wait. Kim just did, so, yeah, I think I'll go get my OWN quart of milk to pour on her. It's against the rules for her to call me chicken. She's supposed to love me. My post stops HERE.
I need your grace,
To remind me,
To find my own,
All that I am,
All that I ever was,
Is here in your perfect eyes,
They're all I can see,
I don't know where,
Confused about how as well,
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

xXxStephxXx