I just headbutted the window.
I didn't realise it was there.
Bastard

¦We¦Are¦The¦Rainbow¦People¦

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded,
And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Now that she’s back from that [soul vacation]
Tracing her way through the [constellation] hey, hey
She checks out [mozart] while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no love, pride, [deep-fried chicken]
Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no [first dance, freeze dried romance] five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
And head back toward the milky way...

Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded,
And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Me: FUCK me!
Mally: Izzy.
    Been there.
    Done that.
Me: XD

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."