October 14th, 2009

For the last time.

The semester is almost over. And I got nothing more to say.

No, I just cannot pour my heart out. No, I don't plan so.

That is exactly what I hate about emotions: always fluctuating, never reliable.

Oh thank God I still have time. And I got just enough time to think things over, and not plunge head first.

No, not worth the risk.

Goodbye it is. Goodbye it will be.

Closing Time
Semisonic

Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world.
Closing time, turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl.
Closing time, one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.

Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from.
Closing time, this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.

Closing time, time for you to go back to the places you will be from.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home.

Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

yahn @ 03:00 AM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]