Memories fade,
like looking through a fogged mirror
Decisions to decisions are made and not fought
But I thought,
this wouldn't hurt a lot.
I guess not.
PS. I love you : )
I just downloaded so many of my favourite songs! Suede, Coldplay, Santana, MGMT.. I love quiet nights like tonight, just me and my laptop, listening to good ol' music. I bought Brinden the Coldplay CD for his birthday this year and we always listen to their music in his car. It's so awesome. I think Coldplay's Viva La Vida album is the best album ever. I wish I went for their concert earlier this year! But I went for the Oasis one instead.
I had dinner at Waffletown with Brinden just now. Had 8 deep fried chicken wings and a fish burger. Wafflewon has such delicious food! The food there is very underrated. I dont know how some girls starve themselves all the time just to look pretty. I don't see a point really. I live to eat, not eat to live. Maybe that explains my constant weight gain though haha. On a side note, Brinden's new car guzzles oil like nobody's business. He paid for fuel yesterday and he had to pay for fuel again today. =/
Anyway, the lyrics to Suede - She's In Fashion are HELLA CUTE.
I can imagine a lovestruck boy singing this song about a girl he's admired (and wanted) for ages.
She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blows my brain
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blows my brain
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