Love Song For No One - John Mayer

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I’m jaded
I hate it

I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I’m not sure who I’m looking for
I’ll know it
When I see you
Until then, I’ll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I’m so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I’m so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeah

You’ll be so good
You’ll be so good for me

….blame me for being in such a foul mood.

But somehow I feel a bit lonely nowadays. Totally alone at home, and suddenly my iTunes played this song. Damn. It’s dalem banget, you know. Listening to love songs without someone to love is kinda sad. I know, maybe I’ll brag even more when I finally have a crush, but yeah, people are never satisfied with their life, I guess.

One simple thing to do while waiting for that significant other: fangirl-ing. And this time my KYAA-KYAA is Atobe Keigo from manga/anime Prince of Tennis. Hahaha.

…..yea yea I know. Fangirl-ing sure is pathetic. Pity me.

I have to admit that many things happened recently, and it makes me sad. I’m not in a good mood for making any useful and informative entries, and yes I do realize that my recent entries were self-centered (well it’s a personal blog after all hahaha) and filled with meaningless words.

Maybe I’ll write an extra-long curhat entry tomorrow. Fufufu. Well, time to sleep now. My headache kills me.