Does anyone else ever wonder if falling in love is really possible?
If true love is real?
And if is, is it a rare, never-going-to-happen-to-me occurence?
If love is an action (or movement, as switchfoot prefers), then are all those mushy, butterfly feelings nothing but lust?
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between
-The Fray
About Me
- Kiwi
- I am the kind of person who washes and re-uses plastic baggies and tin foil, but will fall in love with and spend an exorbitant amount on a beautiful dress. And yes, I cry at Jif Peanut Butter ads every time.
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