I Expect Nothing Less....

City an Colour:

So why does it always seem
That every time I turn around
Somebody falls in love with me
This has never been my soul intention
And I have never claimed to have patents on such inventions

Just save your scissors
For someone else's skin
My surface is so tough
I don't think the blade will dig in
Save your strength
Save your wasted time
There's no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on save your scissors
Save your scissors

There is something that I must confess to you tonight
To you tonight
And that is I expect nothing less from you tonight
From you tonight


Dear Jon -

We saw Gabe. We took Gabe to the hospital. And now that all of that has calmed down, I'm about to go to your house and have a few beers and "watch a movie or something." I'm wearing a fuck-me dress, as Gabe would say. He recommended it over the jeans and a busty blouse.

I want to be clear, I think there are two things going on here. First, I am head over heels for you. Second, I think you're nephilim and I want you to be exposed to our culture and our ways; I want you to have the support of the community (God knows you need it). Seeing Gabe was for the latter. Tonight... tonight is for me.

Please see me today. Look at me. See me for who and what I am. Recognize me. Feel me. Touch me. I'm not expecting sex; I spent hours writing you that disclosure letter I'll never send telling you how happy I am that we haven't had sex. What I'm expecting is something to move in you for me. Please.

-M