Coffee in the Afternoon

Sometimes patience and class aren't adhered to in their entirety.  It happens, though... it's in our animalistic DNA.  But evaluate the situation.  Why did it happen?  It's easy to blame alcohol or desperation or whatever else you'd like to conjure up, but does it have to be a blame game?  Is it really so hard to own up to the fact that you might actually -feel- a little something deeper than the standard 'surface attraction'?  For most, it is.  It's difficult to bring those emotions to reality, especially after failed relationship after failed relationship, dead conversation after dead conversation, and, really... a wasted romantic life thus far.  But you just have to roll with it, you know?  That means that sometimes you have to fess up to what you're feeling.  Leave the facade at the door.

End of rant.

P.S. Norah Jones always puts me in a good mood.

"The Prettiest Thing"

The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was lightening from the top of a cloud

Moving through the dark a million miles an hour

With somewhere to be

So why does it seem

Like a picture

Hanging up on someone else's wall

Lately I haven't been myself at all

It's heavy on my mind

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I know

The prettiest thing

I ever did see 

Was dusty as the handle on the door

Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor

Looks like home to me

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing