Time marches. And it marches. And you get older, and everything real isn’t real after all, it’s just a memory and you didn’t realize it until you couldn’t touch it anymore.
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Sometimes I think Ben Folds is some kind of genius, and I get sad that I didn’t bother to watch him perform when he visited us in Chicago.
God, I can’t listen to this any more. I’m gonna break down. 🙁
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Sometimes I think I was never in Chicago, or Vancouver, or Santa Barbara. Sometimes I think I’m not here now. Sometimes I think I don’t want to be here now.
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Time marches.
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“Sometimes I get the feeling
That I won’t be on this planet
For very long
I really like it here
I’m quite attached to it
I hope I’m wrong
All I really wanna say
Is you’re the reason I wanna stay
I loved you before I met you
And I met you just in time
‘Cause there was nothing left
I sat here on my suitcase
In our empty new apartment
Until the sun went down
Then I walked back down the stairs
With all my bags and drove away
You must be freaking out
All I know is I’ve gotta be
Where my heart says I oughta be
It often makes no sense In fact,
I never understand these things I feel
Don’t change your plans for me
I won’t move to LA
The leaves are falling back east
That’s where I’m gonna stay
You have made me smile again
In fact, I might be sore from it
It’s been a while
I know we’ve been together many times before
I’ll see you on the other side
Don’t change your plans for me
I won’t move to LA
The leaves are falling back east
That’s where I’m going to stay…”