de la sympathie
01/23/06, 03:51 PM
Thank you to Tariq (ArtKY_ or however the capitalization is) for editing this and adding things. It turned out alot btter than it was before thanks to him. This is supposed to be something about the night of the final dance for 8th grade/graduation. Just so it's not confusing.
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"a little change never hurt anybody"
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(because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways)
fast-paced and so cliche
something different everyday
it's like this huge elephant in the middle of the room
a pinata filled with hapless young men and ladies in bloom it just seems so much better in retrospect
like "this is the way we've stacked the deck.
this is like the way we spent each day
abusing drama from one week to the next."
and i find myself pouring out my problems like a river
like a working system - open mouth, insert foot.
well i don't need this, because this isn't what i need you to be
to read me like a diary, let you get the worst of me
when maybe means yes, and no means no
you're not my boyfriend, and i'm not your girl
which is another problem that we'll fight about when the conversation lulls.
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're gonna go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways
so let's stomp out some ragged party beat
tear our dresses and kick our feet
oh we need some kind of distraction
something closer than just mutual attraction
where we keep our bodies warm
(but we keep the dance floor warmer)
maybe we all just need a little room, a little breathing room
cause we all could use a little room for change
suddenly it's like we're just growing up and realizing our mistakes
this is the final cut baby, and everything seems wrong
the night is young but the day is long
perfect in our plastic exterior
finally, a chance to feel like we're oh-so-superior
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways
well we're all growing up at a different rate
but tonight it's time to mingle and just relate
these people you've known for three years,
hell, tonight you feel like you know less than half of them
that bitch you hate, that jock you fought
and i'm NOT the me of yesterday, and you're NOT the you of today
it seems like it doesn't matter anyways
simply by living in the same town and getting cut out of the same cloth
you know we're not, because we've changed
and i'm me and you're you and it waxes and wanes
time for action! let's get dressed in our finest cliche
let's crash the party and storm the front gate
and as long as every single word we say is coming out wrong
then i'm not sure i want any of us to be right
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're trying to grow up fast anyways
but will we know each other soon?
sloughed off like a prom dress after tonight...
----
"a little change never hurt anybody"
----
(because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways)
fast-paced and so cliche
something different everyday
it's like this huge elephant in the middle of the room
a pinata filled with hapless young men and ladies in bloom it just seems so much better in retrospect
like "this is the way we've stacked the deck.
this is like the way we spent each day
abusing drama from one week to the next."
and i find myself pouring out my problems like a river
like a working system - open mouth, insert foot.
well i don't need this, because this isn't what i need you to be
to read me like a diary, let you get the worst of me
when maybe means yes, and no means no
you're not my boyfriend, and i'm not your girl
which is another problem that we'll fight about when the conversation lulls.
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're gonna go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways
so let's stomp out some ragged party beat
tear our dresses and kick our feet
oh we need some kind of distraction
something closer than just mutual attraction
where we keep our bodies warm
(but we keep the dance floor warmer)
maybe we all just need a little room, a little breathing room
cause we all could use a little room for change
suddenly it's like we're just growing up and realizing our mistakes
this is the final cut baby, and everything seems wrong
the night is young but the day is long
perfect in our plastic exterior
finally, a chance to feel like we're oh-so-superior
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're growing up fast anyways
well we're all growing up at a different rate
but tonight it's time to mingle and just relate
these people you've known for three years,
hell, tonight you feel like you know less than half of them
that bitch you hate, that jock you fought
and i'm NOT the me of yesterday, and you're NOT the you of today
it seems like it doesn't matter anyways
simply by living in the same town and getting cut out of the same cloth
you know we're not, because we've changed
and i'm me and you're you and it waxes and wanes
time for action! let's get dressed in our finest cliche
let's crash the party and storm the front gate
and as long as every single word we say is coming out wrong
then i'm not sure i want any of us to be right
because we all need a little trust, a little change
it's not like we're going to go
it's not like we're trying to grow up fast anyways
but will we know each other soon?
sloughed off like a prom dress after tonight...