Oh, Julie

Julieanne went and quoted a Five Iron Frenzy song on myspace. It seems to fit. So I shall quote part of it myself:


It's New Years Eve
and I feel my insecurities,
are haunting me like ghosts,
this sinking quicksand.
And then with thunderous praise
and lofty adoration,
a second passes by,
yet nothing changes.

I hate my skin,
this grave I'm standing in.
Another change of years,
and I wish I wasn't here.

This New Years Eve,
I'm waiting for tomorrow.
My heart is on my sleeve,
and yes I still believe,
this New Years Eve
will turn out better than before,
I'm holding on,
still holding on
until they close the door...
on me.


Here's hoping:

A year goes by
and I'm staring at my watch again,
and I dig deep this time,
for something
greater than I've ever been,
life to ancient wineskins.
And I was blind
but now I see.

This New Years Eve,
something must change me inside,
I'm crooked and misguided,
and tired of being tired.
This New Years Eve,
I'm waiting for tomorrow.
My heart is on my sleeve,
and yes I still believe,
in You.