Let The Motha' Fucker Burn

"I know you wanna be together.
Come with me tonight, we can make the night last forever.

Because The girl that you want, is tearing us apart.
Because she's everything, everything, i'm not.

Because You're so perfect, and i'm so messed up."

-the Veronicas

You-"So do you even want to be friends anymore?"
Me-"I never said i didn't want to be friends, i was just hurt that- i dunno. i was just sad that i couldn't ever compete with her. I'll never be her, and it's apparent that you love her so much.. and you'll never love me like that."

*pause*

You-"Do we have fun together?"
Me-"yeah."
You-" Do we laugh together?"
Me-"yeah."
You-"Were we the hottest most glamourous bitches at SKYLAB?"
Me-"yeah.."
You-"Do I make you happy?"
Me-"Yeah."
You-"then i don't see what the fuss is about."
[this conversation was last night, so i had to paraphrase, and i had to try to remmeber it.. so it might be a little off, but the general idea is there]

Lets be honest.
He does light up my day.
He's the only one, other than GUATEMALA BEAN, that can make me go from slitting my wrists to histerically laughing.

Damn it.

He's going to fall in love with me.
I can feel it.
I'll be dancing on stage, next to the DJ,
and the strobe lights will grace my thin frame,
my body will dip low,
i'll bring it up slow,
Raver boys all around will throw water on me,
and he'll be mezmorized by the glistening droplets of water cascading from my hair,
across my smoothe chest,
over my slightly protruding ribs,
down my flat stomach,
across my V lines,
into my booty shorts.
the water will coast down the long interstate that are my legs,
and settle at my feet.

The strobe lights will flash,
the lights will blind,
and when he looks at me,
he'll have the same expression on his face,
as the rest of the ravers in the crowd:
AWE.

You know you want me
Matty B.