I went on down to Bradstock looking for something to do, but when I got to Bradstock all I found was a crowd of people I never knew. Too many faces in here. I am shy. I cannot get through. Drinking Sunkist in the corner, all that’s left to do is talk to the lady in blue. Excitement all around us carries on with loud simple spew. But I cannot be shallow like that. Good to know you are feeling a little awkward too. The orange shore receding oh so slow in my cup, the final summer dew. Playing rummy on the couch one on one, all the while talking to the lady in blue. I will never fit in this world. All the girls I meet make me want to puke. But you are so much different from them. You are not afraid to only ever be the real you. What is this new feeling in me? I was blind to all the beauty within you. Am I really seeing all I’ve missed in a girl? I’m not afraid to talk to this lady in blue. Escaping all the noise, we met outside. Room to think out here, no one in the way. Despite what I would call the perfect place, I’m afraid I can’t think of anything more to say.
So tell me what am I to do? Tomorrow I go back to school. I wish that I could stick around to figure out just what I’ve found. A girl that seems to lack the flaws who keeps on breaking all the laws of what I thought attracted me. No caution, lust or sympathy has even entered in my mind. You’re soon to find I’m not the kind to try to show off what I’ve got. I tend to point out what I’m not. I hope that you have understood that my intentions may be good, but I’m not what I seem to be. There is so much that’s wrong with me. I’m weak and broken hurting bad from failures in my life. I’ve had the living breath knocked out of me by those who said they cared for me. Am I crazy to believe that in this place I might conceive of something I could hold on to, a thought, a dream of loving you? Should I say how I feel today or get in my car and drive away? The latter choice approaching fast. Wish I could make this moment last. I’m so unsure of what I feel, of what is fake and what is real. I think it means, well I don’t know. I guess I should just turn around and go.
I went on down to Bradstock looking for something to do. Somehow it was the best night I could’ve had. It is true, thanks to the lady, thanks to you.
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