FiltredMind

What You Want To

I chose a time, a place, then picked you up

I even paid in cash and tipped 20%!

I played hard to get, so cool, but not too much

I made the first moves, just a gentle touch

Now you’re with me and all I want to do is do what you want to

So, can we get sentimental?

I’m really just a gentleman

Who isn’t looking for a rental

That’s why I didn’t pick your pretty petals

Tongue tied in the park, the parking lot

I tell my friends they hi-five me and say, “It’s hot,”

You make me souvenirs and write such  heart felt cards

While I reply with just a smile and shrug

You’ll say it’s enough but what I really want to do is do what you want to

So, can we get sentimental? Please?

I’m really just a gentleman

Who isn’t looking for a simple rental

That’s why I could’ve but I didn’t pick your pretty petals

Even if you were not here, all I’d want to do is do what you want to

Clean Get Away

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Travis had planned for every contingency except that his tiny brain didn’t understand glass.

Flip, that was weird

Ok so, Saturday night it’s 8.30. I’ve been invited to a birthday party in town (one of the directors for the show that I recently did). I’ve decided to go even though all my friends are busy and can’t come with me. So here I am sitting at home having a few beers to warm up (lol).

A couple of beers in I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and I suddenly thought about what my friends would be up to at this exact moment. ‘It’ll be 10.30 which is when things start to get good!’ I thought. Then I had this mega longing to be there with them. It was like a crazy minor freak-out and I was like ‘WTF WHAT AM I DOING HERE AND WHY DID I LEAVE.’ And then I was a bit sad.

Then I returned to the computer and I checked out some music blogs and now I’m all good! But flip, that was weird.

When I’m winning an argument

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