like the rain pounding on my head...

I don't know if I even get it.
Jul 14
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I still feel weird about posting song lyrics that I’ve written on tumblr, but at the same time, I don’t really see why it matters. The likelihood of anyone actually reading any of this is slim to none. Matt Beaudin and I started writing music for a pop rock band called “Bad Friends” quite a while ago. I’ve finally written lyrics to one of the songs. I was bored, sitting at home watching TV a few nights ago and it just came to me. I guess here are the words. Hopefully it’ll be recorded sometime soon. 

it’s a Friday night and I’m standing here, and you’re over there and I’m finding it hard to look away from your pretty face and your long brown hair. So I’m stuck here thinking “don’t sweat it, you’re a grown man, just grow up”.
You’re talking about something, and I’m rambling about nothing. Maybe if I stand here and smile, it’ll all work out.
In my dreams she’s my lover, but I can’t pull myself together to even have the gull to bother to express myself to anybody else. So I’ll stand here, alone, with a dumb smile on my face. 
You’re talking about something, and I’m rambling about nothing. Maybe If I stand here and smile, it’ll all work out.

I still feel weird about posting song lyrics that I’ve written on tumblr, but at the same time, I don’t really see why it matters. The likelihood of anyone actually reading any of this is slim to none. Matt Beaudin and I started writing music for a pop rock band called “Bad Friends” quite a while ago. I’ve finally written lyrics to one of the songs. I was bored, sitting at home watching TV a few nights ago and it just came to me. I guess here are the words. Hopefully it’ll be recorded sometime soon. 

it’s a Friday night and I’m standing here, and you’re over there and I’m finding it hard to look away from your pretty face and your long brown hair. So I’m stuck here thinking “don’t sweat it, you’re a grown man, just grow up”.

You’re talking about something, and I’m rambling about nothing. Maybe if I stand here and smile, it’ll all work out.

In my dreams she’s my lover, but I can’t pull myself together to even have the gull to bother to express myself to anybody else. So I’ll stand here, alone, with a dumb smile on my face. 

You’re talking about something, and I’m rambling about nothing. Maybe If I stand here and smile, it’ll all work out.

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