November 18th, 2007
Nothing Mushy
It Means Nothing - Stereophonics
Did we lose ourselves again?
Do we take in what's been said?
Do we take the time to be
All the things we said we'd be
Bury heads in sand
But my future's in my hands
It means nothing
It means nothing
You can find yourself a God
Believe in which one you want
'Cos they love you all the same
They just go by different names
When we fly our flag today
Are you proud or just ashamed?
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
If I haven't got you
And the sun sets in the sky
You're the apple of my eye
If the bomb goes off again
In my brain or on the train
I hope that I'm with you
'Cos I wouldn't know what to do
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
If I haven't got you
NO, I am not mushy.
Even though I've got a large dose of mushy (and fine, understandably kilig) stuff this week: One More Chance first day screening, Pride and Prejudice (Mr. Darcy!), North and South (Mr. Thornton!), some tsismis and oh yeah, some time with the bf.
But no, I am not mushy... but okay, I am happy. Oddly content - a feeling that I realized I haven't truly felt before. Contentment.
It's kind of nice.