You kissed me like you planned on doing it again
but you tasted like the kind of person
who doesn’t know how to stay
and I think I could tell what you were thinking the moment you fell asleep that night
I remember waking up so god damn early that morning and I spent hours while you were asleep hopingprayingwishing that you’d wake up and smile at me the way I needed you to
But something cracked and changed
whoever you were before that night didn’t stay
the moment you woke up that morning
you looked away
I guess what I’m trying to explain
is that people like you never mean what they say
you act like you’re in it for the long haul and then it’s oh God can’t we just stay friends but I mean Jesus Christ friends don’t look at each other the way we did when we slept in each other’s beds
so it’s not you and me anymore you know
it’s you me and everything we don’t know how to say to each other
so we hold it together in the way we never touch;
we hold it together in the way we stay
if staying friends means seeing each other
in familiar places and laughing and smiling
like you didn’t tear this to pieces
Please Please Me:
you're cool and care about your hairdo, but you've got a softer side. you giggle when boys look at you from across the room.
With the Beatles:
you really like the Beatles, but for some reason you don't wanna hear them do their own songs. but you really, really like the Beatles.
A Hard Day's Night:
nobody really knows the real you. they think you're a suave, energetic socialite. deep down, you're a farm hand with a piece of wheat sticking out of your mouth, trying not to cry. you can cry if you want. it's okay to cry.
Beatles for Sale:
you think your friends all secretly hate you, and you think strangers all secretly love you. also, George is your favorite Beatle and you like hearing Paul scream.
you really like ironic humor and feeling sorry for yourself, and you think people would be happier without you in the picture. you need to understand people care about you, and you should learn to like yourself. but proposing to a girl in a jumping 12 bar is wrong. don't do that.
when people ask you what kind of music you listen to, you say you like all different kinds.
crawling into bed, you're half asleep before you remember to set your alarm. you do it with one eye open.
people say you're really together, but you know you're not. you wonder why people think you're seamless. you have so many seams. it seems they don't see your seams.
Magical Mystery Tour:
your parents fought a lot in front of you. i'm sorry.
The White Album:
you're greedy and like the blues.
this album says a lot more about you than i have room to type about sorry you can pm me
you won't stop trying until you're sitting at the top in a gold encrusted throne made of the skulls of your enemies and the good wishes of your friends. you don't know how to rap.
Let It Be:
you think you have an intimate relationship with somewhere between 1 and 4 of the Beatles in a way they'll never understand. you watch a movie again if it makes you cry.