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Truth.
written: 9:54 p.m. on Saturday, Sept. 27, 2008

We wait to wake to get a ride in the rain, buy a ticket they can check, we can claim, so we don't spend what's our own. For a seat, a place to stop, a green light a red cross, they run around naked doing old things like the ones before. Wait for a break so you can take a little something that'll make your next break come along a little quicker than the one before. Wait for an answer, spy a sweet dancer as she walks from the door of the hall; wish you waited for your wedding vows.

So hurry up and wait, but what's worth waiting for?

We wait to get warm; the car starts from cold stall to make a first move. Magazines made the rules to make us lose. Wait for your dream man, the house you could both plan, the car in the sales ad; the wet dream with the man that you wished that you had.

So hurry up and wait, but what's worth waiting for?

A watched pot never boils, sugars seconds to dissolve; see your appetite lost. Foods relevance is lost inside. Wait to get there; when we get there, we wait around for anyone to tell us what we even got there for.

So hurry up and wait, but what's worth waiting for?

So join the queue, me and you; wait in line - it takes our time to be satisfied.

Route? Expectations? Competition? Happiness? Commitment? Infatuation? Virginity? Respect? Marriage? Adultery? Money? Carnal knowledge? Love?... Blah, blah, blah

- "Hurry Up and Wait", Stereophonics

before sunrise // before sunset

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In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010