Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 15, 2011 19:00:44 GMT -5
so, this is
He's a doctor, and he's
and he needs some plottage!
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Alone on a train aimless in wonder ;; enemies
friends turned enemies \\ An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
jealousy \\ But I didn't care where I was going
mind games \\ 'Cause they're all different names for the same place.
irrational hate \\ The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
bittersweet \\ And I knew no words to share with anyone
miscommunication \\ The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
loathing \\ And all the different names for the same thing
other \\ There are different names for the same thing
SEAN EZRA WEBBER
He's a doctor, and he's
- quiet
- intelligent
- compassionate
and he needs some plottage!
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I want to live where soul meets body ;; friends
And let the sun wrap its arms around me // acquaintance
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing // childhood friends
And feel, feel what its like to be new // new friends
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station // on-and-off
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations // good friends
So they may have a chance of finding a place // confidant
where they’re far more suited than here // partners in crime
And I cannot guess what we'll discover // party friends
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels // friends with benefits
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s // best friends
And not one speck will remain // inseparable
And I do believe it's true // other
And let the sun wrap its arms around me // acquaintance
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing // childhood friends
And feel, feel what its like to be new // new friends
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station // on-and-off
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations // good friends
So they may have a chance of finding a place // confidant
where they’re far more suited than here // partners in crime
And I cannot guess what we'll discover // party friends
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels // friends with benefits
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s // best friends
And not one speck will remain // inseparable
And I do believe it's true // other
Alone on a train aimless in wonder ;; enemies
friends turned enemies \\ An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
jealousy \\ But I didn't care where I was going
mind games \\ 'Cause they're all different names for the same place.
irrational hate \\ The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun
bittersweet \\ And I knew no words to share with anyone
miscommunication \\ The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
loathing \\ And all the different names for the same thing
other \\ There are different names for the same thing
And all you see ;; lovers
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground || past fling
And start new when your heart is an empty room || physical attraction
With walls of the deepest blue || emotional attraction
Home's face: how it ages when you're away || lust
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true || crush on you
But you don't know what now to do || crush on me
Cause the chase is all you know || make-out buddies
And she stopped running months ago || current
And all you see || final
Is where else we could be || other
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground || past fling
And start new when your heart is an empty room || physical attraction
With walls of the deepest blue || emotional attraction
Home's face: how it ages when you're away || lust
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true || crush on you
But you don't know what now to do || crush on me
Cause the chase is all you know || make-out buddies
And she stopped running months ago || current
And all you see || final
Is where else we could be || other
- so, this is definitely missing a lot of possible relationships. Please fill them in yourselves under "other!" :]
- because I'm too lazy to do anything more with this; it's already taken me forever because I was too picky to find anything on Caution so I decided to make one myself... bad idea... *shakes head*
- Thanks! ~ Lena
- P.S., lyrics by Death Cab for Cutie, except for the title, which is Immaculate Machine
