Scrawlings

Caroline. 22 years old.
Follower of Christ.
Musician, playing, listening, learning.
Living in Jersey, for now.
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What I need is a week to lie in bed with Netflix and ponder all of my life decisions.

What I have is less than 12 hours before I go back to work 24 hours a day for another week. And no Netflix.

I had a dream that I met Alex Turner.

He thought I was uncool and way too into the Arctic Monkeys.

So I’ve applied to about 47 jobs now and am still quite unemployed for the school year.

Tomorrow I’m driving myself to the Philadelphia Airport to fly to my friend’s wedding in Ohio. And then I immediately come back and work again.

Is this what it’s like to be an adult?

We woke up together without quite realizing how.

We woke up together without quite realizing how.

Oh good, I was sick of listening to the clean version.

3,529 plays
Jack's Mannequin,
Everything In Transit

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there

I can’t imagine all the people that you know,
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low.
And I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen,
But I’m slipping in between you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams.

And you tell me that it’s over,
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers.
And you’re restless, and I’m naked.
You gotta get out, you can’t stand to see me shaking.

Would you let me go? I didn’t think so.

And you don’t wanna be here in the future,
So you say the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past.
And you don’t wanna look much closer,
'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope
You had sent into the sky by now had…¬†crashed.

And it did. Because of me.

And then you bring me home,
Afraid to find out that you’re alone.
And I’m sleeping in your living room…
But we don’t have much room to live.

And I had these dreams, in them, I learned to play guitar,
Maybe cross the country,
Become a rock star.
And there was hope in me that I could take you there,
But damnit, you’re so young.
Well I don’t think I care.

And if I hurt you, then I’m sorry.
Please don’t think that this was easy.

And then you’d bring me home,
'Cause we both know what it's like to be alone.
And I’m dreaming in your living room…
But we don’t have much room to live.

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs.
Doesn’t she look good? Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking… what I was thinking…
But we’d be drinking and it doesn’t get me anywhere.

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs,
And all that I could do was touch her long, blonde hair.
And I’ve been thinking… it hurts me thinking
That these nights, when we were drinking, no, they never got us anywhere.

This is because I can spell confusion with a ‘K’ and I can like it.
It’s to dying in another’s arms, and why I had to try it.
It’s to Jimmy Eat World, and those nights in my car
Where the first star you see may not be a star.

I’m not your star.
Isn’t that what you said what you thought this song meant?

And if this is what it takes
Just to lie with my mistakes
And live with what I did to you,
All the hell I put you through.

I always catch the clock, 
It’s 11:11, now you wanna talk.
It’s not hard to dream,
You’ll always be my Konstantine.

They’ll never hurt you like I do, no.

This is to a girl who got into my head
With all the pretty things she did.
Hey, you know,
You keep me up in bed.

This is to a girl who got into my head
With all these fucked up things I did.
Hey, maybe, maybe
You could keep me up in bed.

My Konstantine.
You spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen,
And I said, “Did you know I miss you?”

And then you bring me home
And we go to sleep, but this time not alone.
And you’ll kiss me in your living room.
I know you miss me in your living room,
Because these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room.
We don’t have much room…
I said, does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room to live.

My Konstantine.

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