Saturday, November 17, 2007

This Modern Love

Found out this Bloc Party song is about Honza with its every single word.

Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours

I'll pay for you anytime

And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right on
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump right on

What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Throw your arms around me

Doesn't sound very optimistic, does it.
But last night was.
I had fun. And coffee. And we slept in his car, and we had a breakfast at a gas station, and we went from place to place, and we barely talked, and we looked at each other whereon we looked away again, and we argued about Keane and Mika, and agreed on the Strokes and White Stripes, and he thought Meg White is Jack's wife, and I've said lot of childish and stupid things just to make him laugh and not to look so smart, which could scare him away.
And now I am pretty infatuated yet deeply blue cause I just wait for his final rejection. This all is so Robin Muller-ish.

I don't think I am joining the party tonight. I want to get lost under my blanket and play with matches.

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