i am paige.

i felt it like a summer breeze,
with your hands on my knees.
i'm left here dreaming of what's to come.
i felt it like summer's here,
stumblin' round with my beer.
you're here with me, and i'ma get me some.

the summer days are longer now
but still so far away,
i don't need to know how,
to get my song to play
hey hey dj
spin me a song
that will make me fall in love
the boyfriend's dancing around with me
spin me a song
that will get me out of
this, this, this city.

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you're another word for failure.
this book defines you as a tease.
you don't know what you're doing.
i have the book, and i read it as i please.

it isn't helping,
this scripture just suggets your flaws.
but i'm still lost
and you're still just a synonym for love.

i disguise my lack of knowledge
by flipping through these pages.
you're seemingly calm,
and a little out of the stages.

i'm going to assume that it's better
to just watch life take it's course,
though lifeless alone,
i need you as my source.

i don't know what i mean.
not enough has been seen.
my hands are unclean,
'cause of this book and this routine.
i don't know how
to read the signs now
i'll say my vow
and all you do is raise an eyebrow.
is that all that i mean?
that's enough for me to have seen.

i have nothing to run away from, yet.
nor do i have anything run to, yet.
i don't know when i'm going to.
i don't even know if i'm going to at all.
i don't want some sleezy hook-up...
the kind of thing that would last one night and hold me over for a little while.
no.
no.
i don't want that.
i want something special.
i don't want cliche though...
not at all.
call me picky,
but how else can you be happy without refusing to settle?
the answer;
you can't.
i want a guy who tries extremely hard, but doesn't show it.
i want him to do cute little things, like call me, text me, just normal things with a cute little spin on them.
hug me when he sees me.
he'll dance with me.
he won't bring home flowers every night because he thinks that's what a woman wants,
because,
he'll know that i find flowers equivilent to nothing.
they have lost their meaning over the years.
chocolate?
chocolate is worthless.
i just want him to hug me and place my head right in the perfect spot that has me snuggled into his neck.
i'm not sure if he exists.
but i'm not going to doubt that he does.
i'm not sure i'f i'm supposed to strive and go out of my way to find him,
or if i can just sit back and he'll come into my life when i'm ready...
but, that i'll never know.
i just have to do what i think is right.
and pray.
i'll pray that one day, i do find him.
we'll fall in love,
and he won't post it on the 'jumbo screen,'
he'll get down on one knee, just him and i.