sanest thing or sweetest kind of dream...

fools like me
-lisa loeb, the way it really is

everybody go
the party's over
i want to be alone in my head
in my bed tonight
you never show
you must really love her
you think i don't know
but i do, yeah it's true
i think over is over
i'm right back where i started
(when it comes to wanting you)
i can't have what i wanted

but i did, i can
i was, i am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed
if love is blind
if love's a drug
it always is
it always was and
love was surely made for fools like me

i know where i'm going
i'm tripping i'm sliding around that's ok
at least i'm excited
it wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it
feet are where i landed
at least i understand it now)

my feet are where i landed
(feet are staying on the ground)
fools like me
fools like me

i did,
i can i was, i am
only human, living, dying
just like any fool who ever breathed
maybe it's the sanest thing
or just the sweetest kind of dream
but love was surely made for fools
(love was surely made for fools)
love was surely made for fools
(love was surely made for fools)
love was surely made for fools like me

pacman

so tired.

but i can’t sleep. just saw that pacquiao/morales match on tv. who am i to complain, anyway? those guys get beat up for a living. and i’m sure they didn’t always get paid millions to beat the living daylights out of each other. but then again, they do get to beat the crap out of a world champion of some sort on national tv. i guess it just depends on which corner of the ring you belong to.

sometimes, you’re the guy on top of the ropes, raising your arms in victory, a nation, so deprived of a hero, chanting your name. and sometimes, you’re the guy sitting on the other corner, unable to get up, trying to make sense of the blows you just took, humbled and defeated, with only your real friends around you…

man, i think i’m going to throw up. again.