Yes, I really am a Rocket Scientist. And I really like to wear layers.
World's Shortest Fairy Tale: Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?" The guy said "No" and so the girl lived happily ever after, went shopping, drank martinis with friends, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags, and stayed skinny. The End.
lyrics to angel by matt nathanson:
you sounded so good on the phone
all moved up and all moved on
me and gravity, we never could agree
but i can almost see the sky
when i need to, i close me eyes
you're the only thing that's worth holding onto
angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess of memories
and they just stopped working for me
now i'm not a monster
i believe like a liar would believe
helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging seas
and all my heroes pull their heads
like a fighter would, i guess
no one ever really likes getting older
angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess of memories
and they just stopped working for me
