What a waste of time, the thought crossed my mind
But I never missed a beat
Can’t explain the who or what I was
Trying to believe
What would you do?
What would you do?
Do you know?
I once had a grip on everything
It feels better to let go
I’m not over
I’m not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You’re not that easy to forget
I’m not over
Never took the chance, could’ve jump the fence
I was scared of my own two feet
Couldn’t cross the line, it was black and white
No contrast to be seen
What would you do?
What would you do?
Do you know?
Was it all a joke, never had control
I’m not better on my own
I’m not over
I’m not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You’re not that easy to forget
I’m not over
What a waste of time
The thought crossed my mind
Can’t explain this thing, or what I mean
I’m trying to let go
I’m not over
I’m not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You’re not that easy to forget
I’m not over
I’m not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You’re not that easy to forget
I’m not over
I’m not over
Explanations exist; they have existed for all time; there is always a well-known solution to every human problem — neat, plausible, and wrong.
— Henry Louis Mencken, “The Divine Afflatus” in New York Evening Mail (16 November 1917); later published in Prejudices: Second Series (1920) and A Mencken Chrestomathy (1949)
My favorite foreign phrase, which happens to be Finnish, is suksi vittuun. Which means, “fuck off!” but when literally translated means, “go ski into a cunt!
“Dog lovers, meet Cute and Bambi, who have been dubbed “dog-kangaroos” by those who have encountered the pair in Quezon City, Philippines. Cute and Bambi were apparently both born with only their two rear legs and are the pets of Lope Tulipas, a Quezon City street vendor. Many passersby are understandably taken by the pair — some have even offered to buy them, but Tulipas has turned down all offers.”
Whoa! I thought this was ‘shopped. Apparently not! Astig!