Do I imagine it, or do I see your stare
Is there still longing there?
Oh I hate myself, and I feel crazy
Such a classic tale
Current girl friend, ex girlfriend, I’m trying to be cool
I’ll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume So I, wait for you to call
And I try to act natural
have you been thinking ’bout her or about me
And while I wait I put on my perfume, yeah I want it all over you
I gotta mark my territory
I know you got history
But I’m your girlfriend, now I’m your girlfriend trying to be cool
I hope I’m paranoid, that I’m just seeing things
That I’m just insecure
Happy Monday readers. I’ve only heard this song once but I loved it and could completely relate to it so I’ve spent hours trying to find it online (which was super difficult when all you remember is female and perfume.) But, it made me even happier that it was sung by Brit since she’s my favorite ever.
And in case you were wondering, I did get a lot accomplished this weekend. I made some holiday cards as well as rendered the correct version of my film. I even fixed all my dog’s toys, did all the laundry and some dishes. Plus I caught up on some sleep. Thank gosh.
Remember me saying I could relate to this song? Let’s talk about that. The last few months have been pretty torturous. It has been 2 years with Keaton albeit a rough two years. Especially the last few months. I’ve never been in a relationship this long. And I’ve never lived with a boyfriend before (sharing a dorm room with a significant other in college does not count). And let me tell you what, it is work. Keaton and I have completely different work schedules so we rarely get to see each other. I’m sure most couples would love this, but it sucks. It’s gotten to the point where I see him so little that I want to spend all our time together when we can. He doesn’t. He wants to play video games. I digress.
There were a few months over the summer that I’m pretty sure there was a third girl in his mind. Mainly his ex. To the best of my knowledge it’s over now. And I would find out if it weren’t. Anyway, I don’t want to dwell too much on this because the past is the past. I’m sure I could use this song to talk about the complexity of relationships and so forth and so on. But it’s Monday and I’m not feeling too enlightened. Apparently I’m not that great of a blogger. But I hear you on this Brit. I hear you.
xoxo