February 27, 2010


You were like one of those guys
The kind with a wandering eye
But I said, "hey what the hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side"
You were so full of yourself
But damn, were you cute, as well
I packed my bags, I liked your moves
Anyone could tell that it's hard to deny that


Shakira chronicles my life.


Did it again, love
I got it all wrong
But it felt so right
I can't believe it

And all the mistakes
That went on for too long
Wish there was a way
I could delete it


And the last month-or-so.


Second night in a row
Back in trouble
I don't get it

Gotta keep it down
It's logical
We ignore it (yes, I know)
its getting better

When it comes to men it's known
That I end up choosing wrong
'Cause I always trip and fall
The same old rock and repeat and go back


In a really macabre-creepy-scary sort of way.


It may seem to you that I am in a place
Where I'm losing the direction of my life
But I'm sure that this is nothing but a phase
"Right back at ya," cause I'll survive...

3 comments:

How do we know said...

better by far that your life be a chronicle of mistakes that you loved and lived thru, than that it be a chronicle of regrets over living that u missed. yeah i am an impractical piscean. :-p

Arunima said...

doing a jig to the last one :-)

Xeb said...

H: I'm told plenty who haven't made mistakes regret not making them. I know plenty who regret doing what they did. My conclusion: there is green grass on either side! :)

A: :)