Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Don't be afraid it won't be perfect. The only thing to be afraid of is that it won't be.




I bought a disposal camera today. It put me out $3. I made Kara drive me to a park and made her smoke for me so I could take pictures.
I love my friends.



Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Don't be afraid it won't be perfect.
The only thing to be afraid of really is that it won't be.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,

To help us survive
Being alive.

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