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There's just so many hearts I wish I'd touched, but had no guts to face,
'Cuz I hate myself so much that all my love just goes to waste.
I don't wanna be invincible, just rid me of my pain.
Get drunk and stoned and martyred all while dancing in the rain.
Smiling at the clouds, sticking out my tongue,
hoping that I'll drown before the hero sun has come.

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This poem is one I found in my 8th grade science notebook, meaning I was 14 when I wrote it. It's from September 11th, 1999. I remember it was the second or third verse in a song which I was writing/had written to use as my suicide note/eulogy. I have no clue if I ever finished or if I blocked it out.
But, rather than leave my blog untouched until I recover from my severe case of laziness, I figured I'd share this. :)

Thank-yuh-kindly,
Geoff

I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You

"I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You" by Tom Waits
Off of the album Closing Time

Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you,
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
Well, the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see.
I had a beer and now I hear
You calling out for me.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere,
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the night does funny things inside a man.
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand.
Well, I turn around and look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late you'd like some company.
Well, I turn around and look at you,
And you look back at me.
The guy you're with, he's up and split,
The chair next to you's free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
cos' I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

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I just recently re-discovered Tom Waits's 'Closing Time' album and have instantly fallen back in love with it (no pun intended). I also thought it was a really neat video that accompanied the song. :)

You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here... unless you want to that is,
Geoff