Remind me again just what you were saying When you walked in the room when the music was playing When I was lost too, but in my own thoughts and I could not find you
Tell me your story, I’m listening this time I can get us some glasses and a bottle of wine We can sit on the carpet, sit on the table or sit on the moon
You can reach for my hand You can say what you like Or just what you just can’t stand Be a boy or a little old man, be what you want, even nothing at all Be with me.
Why not forgive us? Quit holding your breath You reach with your right hand like it’s all that’s left For the knob of the door I love all your ankles You fall on my floor
You roll your eyes You’re so sick of this Gave me the bracelet I placed on your wrist you lost it and lets face it I think we both lost it, a little bit.
I know you’re living in London Cause you keep on complaining where is the sunshine, it always is raining It’s all I am hearing, skies are not clearing Your eyes keep on tearing You’re missing New York
But do you miss me? Do you miss our talks? Do you miss our touching and our midnight walks? Do you miss the ocean? Do you miss the sand? Do you miss me at all?
I have to laugh like crazy I really think you’re crazy You might as well ask me if the hot day is hazy Have I ever laid lazy with you on the grass?
Lets get something straight Cause I really do hate This feeling that’s growing To think you’re not knowing Wherever I may run Even if it’s dumb I love only you You are the only one
So it really doesn’t matter If I’m sorta having fun If for cruel, even second I get a glimpse of the sun Whether singing on the stages or filling up the pages Somethings undone
And the song ends here Cause you’re really really weird We haven’t said a word in over a year It just gives me hope like music gives you rope to hold you right here
And I’m sorry for these lines I’m sorry for my crimes and I’m sorry for the oceans I sails all the times if i ever gave you something it probably was the notion I never gave you nothing but a very hard time
I have found that much is made of birthdays in Los Angeles, and everyone seems to feel an obligation to do “something.” If it’s not a house party, then people invariably cobble together a bar night, which seems to say, “Hey, come stand around at that place we always go stand at … only this time, I’ll be holding a balloon.”
That’s why this year, I’ll commemorate my not-such-a-milestone by carrying out one task before the date actually arrives: I will narrowly cheat death at all costs.
Yeah. No shit. The wealthiest team with the highest payroll in baseball is intending to win their division?! PLEASE CONTINUE
This year is different. This year, the Yankees are promising to go all out down the stretch and not play any wild card games.
It’s about time. But this all comes with a “healthy” catch.
Even though facing Justin Verlander twice in a five-game series may be the prize for winning the AL East, taking the division remains the goal, as it should.
When I asked manager Joe Girardi yesterday what his emphasis will be down the stretch, he said: “Stay healthy. The reason we had so many issues last year is that we couldn’t stay healthy.
Cutting edge strategy Joe, keeping your players healthy. Why hasn’t anyone else thought of that? Because you can’t fucking predict injury. What a waste of text and also of me reading it. The thing is, following a team for the long baseball season, sometimes there just isn’t a story, and goddamnit, that would be better than hearing, “Play hard and stay focused every game.” ever again.
Long time listener, first time caller.
I was just curious why we're not dating? (Each other. I have no curiosity about you dating other men, as you're probably only doing it to hurt me.)
And please don't say it's because I'm dull and unattractive, because that's why there's booze.
Think it over, kid.
This is the exact same letter that I send to Mark-Paul Gosselaar every week.