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Friday, January 14, 2005


   I found a song that has my name in it!
By: Counting Crows
CD: August and Everything After
Title: "Anna Begins"

My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not worried.
I am not overly concerned.

My friend implores me,
"For one time only,
Make an exception."
I am not worried.

Wrap her up in a package of lies.
Send her off to a coconut island.
I am not worried.
I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions.
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing.

It does not bother me to say,
"This isn't love."
'Cause if you don't wanna talk about it, then
it isn't love.
And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that,
but I'm sure
there's something in a shade of grey,
something in between.
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean.

My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried.
I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget.
To make yourself forget.
I am not worried.

"If it's love," she said,
"then I'm gonna have to think about the consequences."
But she can't stop shaking,
and I can't stop toutching her.

And this time,
when kindness falls like rain,
it washes her away.
And Anna begins to change her mind.
"These seconds when I'm shaking
leave me shuddering for days," she says.
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

But I'm not gonna break.
And I'm not gonna worry about it anymore.
Said I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break.
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore.

It seems like I should say,
"As long as this is love,..."
But it's just not that easy.
So maybe I should

Snap her up in a butterfly net.
Pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried.
'Cause I've done this sort of thing before.

But then I start to think about the consequences,
and I don't get no sleep
in a quiet room.

And this time,
when kindness falls like rain,
it washes me away.
And Anna begins to change my mind.
And every time she sneezes, I believe it's love.
And oh Lord,
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

She's talking in her sleep.
It's keeping me awake.
And Anna begins to toss and turn.
and every word is nonsense, but I understand.
And oh Lord,
I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

Her kindness bangs a gong.
It’s moving me along.
And Anna begins to fade away.
It’s chasing me away.
She disappears.
And oh Lord,
I’m not ready for this sort of thing.

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