red rover red rover
sent new love right over...
except that i don't feel like calling you new love, because that implies that you'd eventually become old love. past tense. he was, we were.
and honest to God that's the worst thing i could possibly think of right now. getting happiness ripped away right when it's been placed in front of me and for the first time in ages i'm not destroying it.
it's funny, i'm usually so keen to grab hold of lyrics that talk of (self) destructive heart breakers, to get out while you can, etc
but lately it seems that while i still want to listen to them they don't carry the same meaning as they used to. my tin man syndrome has been cured.
imagine that.
