A fine Frenzy- Almost lover

Your fingertips across my skin

The palm trees swaying in the wind

Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies

The sweetest sadness in your eyes

Clever trick
Well, I never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

[Chorus]

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

Should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street

You took my hand and danced with me

Images

And when you left, you kissed my lips

You told me you would never, never forget

These images
No
Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy

I thought you'd want the same for me

[Chorus]

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

Should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean

I cannot drive the streets at night

I cannot wake up in the morning

Without you on my mind

So you're gone and I'm haunted

And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that

Easy to walk right in and out

Of my life?

[Chorus]

Goodbye, my almost loverGoodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance

My back is turned on you

Should have known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do

Club 218

DISCLAIMER: I'm going to get real soft with this one....

This goes out to my roomies, unofficial by school standards, official in our minds. This is for our second floor love that was restricted to the corner, starting with number 217 ending with number 218.

This is for all the naps that Nef stole busting in the room and speaking full of enthusiasm to lifeless bodies huddled in sheets.

This shit is to all the reckless weekends that we planned. Some went as planned, some didn't but they were all something to talk about Sunday over breakfast.

This is to the dictionary of wreckless terms

and hoodrat hours (affordable housing rodent)

and getting crazy

and making it hot

and being a creep

or a wrecknolopolus

and all the trips we planned and never took

and all the trashy addictive reality TV shows we watched together.

This is to black jokes on Edmund, and all the times his nipples were touched,

and the all the times he tried to retaliate.

This is to the Half Nigerian who found her "chill time" in club 218

This is to the Jello Shot Bandit, who will remain nameless

and all the bottles of malibu we've gone thru

and all the times i have reccomended people "fight it out" on the rug

(and to all the times they did)

and all the things we've toasted our drunken shots to and all the pink plastic cups and straws we've disposed of, and all the times we were ballin' out of control in the snack department.

This is to the night before, trying on a million outfits, fighting eachother to the showers and hassling Quene the bartender/DJ

This is to the mornings after, with the curling iron still plugged in, heels in the middle of the rug, questions about the bruises on my legs, and complaining about hurting backs.

This is to Club 218 and all the hairspray hair pins and hairstyles that came out of Manuela's, even when I was too drunk to style my own hair.

This is to Ciara, Britney, Beyonce, Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, and anyone else on the getting ready playlist that we reinacted in club 218.

This is to YouTube for supplying all of Nef's music and for showing Simone how to be unforgivable.

This is to all the stupid hoes on our floor that called the R.D. everytime we sneezed. You did not succeed

This is to MaComb Hall

and Hookah in front, behind, and on the side of the building.

And last but not least

This is to finding the best roommates a girl could ask for and a year full of memories like no other. They say you don't go to college to find your husband, you go there to find your bridesmaids.

So if for all else you suck, Plattsburgh, thank you for finding my friends.

The end of a saga, the beginning of a new chapter

I am lost.
I am so lost, so I want to write.

But I can't.
I have so much inside of me that I want to say, but I just CAN'T.

I don't know how to start explaining something I will never be able to finish.
I don't know how many words to use to explain to you three that I can't say...

All in a song.

Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there'll be no remnants
No trace no residual feelings within ya
one day you won't remember me

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I can not have forever
I'll always love ya I hope u feel the same

Oh you played me dirty your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction had to fill out my prescription
Found the remedy I had to set u free

Away from me
To see clearly the way that love can be
When you are not with me
I had to leave, I have to live
I had to lead, I had to live

Chorus
If I cant have you let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around
pretty wings your pretty wings
your pretty wings your pretty wings around

I came wrong You were right
Transformed your love into a lie
Baby believe me I'm sorry I told you lies
I turned day into night
Sleepless, I died a thousand times
I should've chose you
Better nights Better times Better Days

I miss you more and more

Repeat Chorus

Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings
Pretty Wings Pretty Wings








I couldn't explain how I feel in a million words.