Everything reminds me of her.

I'm only ever truly happy
when I'm familiarizing myself
with the unfamiliar.

Please, say to me
you'll let me be your man.
And please, say to me
you'll let me hold your hand.

I used to be such a burning example,
I used to be so original.
I used to care I was being cared for,
Made sure I showed it to those that I love.
I used to sleep without a single stir,
'cause I was about my father's work.

I used to pray when God was listening,
I used to make my parents proud.
I was the glue that kept my friends together,
Now they don't talk, and we don't go out.
I used to know the name of every person I kissed,
Now I've made this bed, and I can't fall asleep in it.

I don't know what it is,
but she fascinates me.

I'm pretty much hopeless.
I'd like to think I'm a selfless, relatively compassionate person.
I come across as being self-absorbed, and self-pitying.
I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know how to be an ideal human being.
Maybe it's just not possible.
You made me out to be this perfect example,
and I don't think I can live up to it.

You give me more than I can contain.

:)

A taxi driver told me I looked 18 years old today.
It made me smile.