San Dimas High School Football Rules by The Ataris
more nostalgia. pathetic that this song still resonates with me after over 10 years?
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Your Boyfriend Sucks by The Ataris
huge for me in HS. and apparently still stuck in my head. pretty sure I recently posted this but here we go again, it’s still on my brain.
“Last Song I Will Ever Write About a Girl” by The Ataris
Broken heart again today…
The flowers that I gave to you have withered all away.
Just when I opened up my heart
The one you used to love came and ripped it right apart.
Why do I never seem to learn?
That love is wrong and girls are fucking evil.
I guess I’ll never figure out
What womankind is all about.
I heard your voice again today
I’m scarred by all the lies that were once promises you’d made.
I lie in bed awake at night
And wonder what went wrong or even more just what went right.
Never Met a Girl Like You Before by Flogging Molly
album: Alive Behind the Green Door
Love is here any cloud in the sky
Would you be my flushing bride?—I don’t think so
But I never met a girl like
I never met a girl like
I never met a girl like
I never met a girl like you before.
Let Me Down by No Use For a Name
I can still sing along to this one.
Somewhere in this lonely game of sympathy there is a selfish dream
That makes me sick
Standing on the high wire while you’re on the ground
To you what is dangerous is safe and sound…
You let me down
Coming Too Close by No Use for a Name
…if you pick up your phone please don’t call on me.— No one can save you from the undertow, nobody can blame us for the past. Just as I started thinking “everything’s alright.” you showed us surely that your tenth time was your last…
Fight For You by Morgan Page
What I just can’t understand is how someone can go from “I can’t wait to meet you”, “you’re the smoke to my high, the straw to my berry!” all the way to: “never talk to me again” in such a short time.
:-\
If You Leave covered by Nada Surf
I am failing to see the point in maintaining my tumblr. No one of significance seems to read it any longer, I don’t get messages, or likes, & it’s all mostly re-blogs anyways.
besides who gives a flying fuck about me anyway.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
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William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (via hieverythingquotable) And therefore is winged cupid painted blind (via thatonechick42) |
