last night i sat down with my trusty guitar and started to play. i played a song i wrote a long time ago, the first song i ever wrote. the thing is the song never had lyrics. but i liked it that way, i knew that one day music would find lyrics and all would be complete. now about a year ago i wrote a song, about a girl, a girl who meant alot to me. a girl who didnt see it. i wrote the song with no music, just lyrics. a few nights ago i started to play, and the two merged. and seemed to mesh perfectly together. last night i sat down and rewrote some of the song, i hope she doesnt mind.


She makes me happy, she makes me sad
Makes me angry, and she makes me mad
She makes everything much better
Brings me the sunshine and good weather
makes me wish I had never met her
Because I love her so
And I cant stand to let her go

You don’t even understand
Take this song with a grain of sand
As a testament of what you mean
And all the magic dreams you bring
All the love that went unshown
Because with you I feel at home.

She makes me cry, when she says goodbye
Rips my heart out, makes me die
five years ago, she stole the show
Like a tree from a seed,
she’s made me grow
More than she will
ever know.
Because I love her so,
and I know,
I have to let her go…

You don’t even understand
Take this song with a grain of sand
As a testament of what you mean
And all the magic dreams you bring
All the love that went unshown
Because with you I feel at home.

Oh god she makes this hard.
When everything I’ve ever loved
is in her heart
It’s to those days that stretched to night
With her lying in my arms, and those nights
she turned to day her eyes turning darkness light

Why can’t we stay this way forever
Forever like this we’ll stay
But its hard when I can never find
Just the right words to say
To you….

You never even understood
I did everything that I could
All I wanted was to show you what you mean
And all the magic dreams that you bring
All the love that went unshown
Because with you I felt at home.


yeah its all soppy and shit. there is a moral to the story,
chicks dont dig songs about them, chicks dig backflips