Reckon a moment when you're balancing a lemon on a spoon (or something it's just for instance) and it's teetering and you think you've got it but then it falls off and you lose the race and you think : I saw it coming.
(Not that you will lose, darling don't be a pessimist like me.)
Exactly then, I can see what's about to happen, I can see it coming and it's not nice.
I was talking to my mom and about possibilites, and she said,
"Don't think about the possibilities. Just think of what you want, and try to achieve it"
It's a nice ideology, yes. And I love my mom for being so encouraging, yes. But I have this problem of thinking much too far and much too deep about things and hence.
I want that great, big love. I know I'm much too young, and much too naive, but I see him there, yes?
I know the heartache and the sad days and all those cliche things that come with teenage hormone driven loves but I guess that's all it is, my great, big love will wait. For now, I want that cliche.
Don't hate me for being sentimental, it's the hormones I swear. And a little bit of tequila.
Shaken, not stirred.
(Not that you will lose, darling don't be a pessimist like me.)
Exactly then, I can see what's about to happen, I can see it coming and it's not nice.
I was talking to my mom and about possibilites, and she said,
"Don't think about the possibilities. Just think of what you want, and try to achieve it"
It's a nice ideology, yes. And I love my mom for being so encouraging, yes. But I have this problem of thinking much too far and much too deep about things and hence.
I want that great, big love. I know I'm much too young, and much too naive, but I see him there, yes?
I know the heartache and the sad days and all those cliche things that come with teenage hormone driven loves but I guess that's all it is, my great, big love will wait. For now, I want that cliche.
Don't hate me for being sentimental, it's the hormones I swear. And a little bit of tequila.
Shaken, not stirred.
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