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Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, I'm gonna be your wound
Oh, I'm gonna bruise you
Oh, you're gonna be my bruise

Question / Rhett Miller

"Question"

She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire
Why was he so nervous
He took her to the park
She crossed her arms and
Lowered her eye lids

Someday somebody's gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight
Ive got a querstion for you

She'd had no idea
Started to cry
She said in a good way
He took her by the hand
Walked her back home
They took the long way

Someday somebody's gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight
Ive got a question for you

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Sometimes I feel like my timing is bad, my cartography's off, and my standards are messed up. The prospect is probable and depressing that I will find another person who has his own thing going on with no room in his heart or life for me. The former is not what I worry about, but how it plays out is where I get screwed. Throwing them out the window is an option but then what am I left with? My values and expectations are what keep me from picking the good from the bad. The potentially successful relationships from those that are doomed.

Lately I've been thinking that it would be nice to be in love for real before I really lost sight of what that really means.

I'm a cheeseball