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Shar
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I've been careless with other people's hearts. I shouldn't have.
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josie
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well he wanted this reassurance, a kind of guarantee that I wasn't going to be careless again... how can you put a guarantee on your emotions.. how could he put a gurantee on his emotions? how can your heart be so sure? He moved me with his spirit to discover how careless I really was.. ..and now I look and feel how they do, but I can't gurantee I won't fall at your feet, or at anothers. Never want to fall in love again, for fear of hurting the greatest joy I'll ever know.
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sarpedon
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Oh, I wish I could be careless But I am all to cautious with you Every move is deliberate But beyond that cautiousness When we are finally alone I feel free to be To be just myself Not careless, but carefree It is something I'm sure You have not seen often No one else knows about this This has become our secret I leave it for you to decide If this is what you are looking for It is your choice Will you act upon it?
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splinken
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i said that i've been careless with some "Them"s. and that's okay. and that i've been careless with a few "Us"es as well. he said "i just don't know about you, molly."
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you flopped into your chair right onto your cats tail you forgot to brush your teeth for two nights runnning you havent washed your hair since you went to the bar last week the laundry is starting to pile up the homework assignments too dinner is becoming a bag of chips breakfast doesnt even exsist you go to work still half asleep and warm from your bed class is something you sometimes do afterall, those seats are comfy you always have to borrow notes and due dates from a mate the inbox on your cell is full from messages your mother has sent she wants to know when your coming home i think your life is falling apart you're becoming much too careless and my dear dear falling friend i hope it's not to late
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Mister Brightside
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Arbitrary, capricious, etc
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werewolf
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she was careless in relationships. in that she lavished too much attention, not too little, and never had in mind why she did what she did or what effect it had. she would move into a person's life and inalterably change it, making soft and nestable the hard hewn features of another's personality. she would get them out of debt, have them after some old dream return to them their health or former vigour. but she never had a plan. so she often ended up leaving, and in her wake were mixed socks and photos and notebooks she had left in the home she treated as if it was unquestionably hers for as long as homes are homes. right before her last breakup, she laid back and he fingered her, he looked away as she came leaning his weight on the wall with his free hand. she noticed and didn't notice. she picked up some not all of her clothes, grabbed one notebook and left. all of this was why they loved her, then hated her, but ultimately forgave her.
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gja
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How many cabs in New York City, how many angels on a pin? How many notes in a saxophone, how many tears in a bottle of gin? How many times did you call my name, knock at the door but you couldn't get in? I know I've been careless I've been wrapped up in a shell nothing could get through to me Acted like I didn't know I had friends or family I saw worry in their eyes, it didn't look like fear to me I know I've been careless (I took bad care of this) Like a mixture in a bottle, like a frozen-over lake Like a longtime painted smile I got so hard I had to crack You were there, you held the line, you're the one that brought me back I know I've been careless (I lost my tenderness) I've been careless (I took bad care of this) How many cabs in New York City, how many angels on a pin? How many notes in a saxophone, how many tears in a bottle of gin? How many times did you call my name, knock at the door but you couldn't get in? How many stars in the milky way, how many way can you lose a friend? Paul Kelly
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