ten things i hate about she's all that breakfest club bringing it on

there's really only two things you can do at the end of a night when there's only two combatants walking out of bar stumbling.

one's gonna want you to walk them home, the other is going to want to go home.
sometimes you're the one wanted to be walked home and it feels shitty, now granted i'm a gentleman. i'll walk you home at the end of the night if you don't feel secure in that walk. it's no sweat. but if you wanna ramble on about your feelings i'd rather be at home making patterns out of the stuco on my ceiling as i lie in bed imagining a life that doesn't remotely involve any of your issues.

now, i love, will love, have loved everyone who wants to take the chance to get closer to me.
but, i'm not a plaything, i will hit you back if you hit me.
i'm not gonna chase you down at an airport begging you to not get on that plane, i won't show up at prom at butt in to ask for a dance, i won't crash your wedding. don't rely on me for any dramatic gestures. i'm just the guy telling you about the weather, djing the dance, playing the organ. good for you, i mean good FOR you.

still i feel pulled in different directions, i must save face and that means holding my punches and that's just too much effort.
the city keeps getting brighter, people complain more and more, and i just like being able to wear my sunglasses at night.

well kids, wether you're stalled at an alter of false hope or lost in the fields grasping at every new flower you see and christening them "love" you're still eventually gonna have to dust off the dirt stains on your knees and realize you gotta call bullshit more often.