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(1st time Oh, yeah)
2x
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

would i want to live forever
clone myself again and again
teach the new me
how to be like the me that's me
get a second second chance at things
get to try my feet on ice
get to dance while under four feet tall
get that MD title and job
get those grades
but then all those i love
i'll have to clone
that ice, dance, title and grade
they won't matter
if i'm all alone

you know, it's the weirdest thing
there's ginger ice cream
with bits of ginger in it
and you feel like you're eating salabat
and that maybe you don't deserve it
because you aren't sick
and you don't belt out tunes
and maybe it's horrible
and you're the only one ordering it
and the restaurant will phase it out
if you don't buy tubs
but i like it, i do
and that's weird, you know

i walk alone
i run alone
i eat alone
at least there's something constant in my life

i wish the miles between us didn't exist...
the warmth is fast fading and i'm so cold again.

When one is an asthmatic, the first thing one learns to do is to identify allergens and stay away from them.

One afternoon at Borders, I came across a book entitled "When I Don't Desire God" by John Piper. Here, I thought to myself, is a book that at seems to radiate some little pomise of hitting home in me. I browsed through the contents and made an effort to read the first few sentences of the book. Just three sentences into the foreword, part of me wanted to purchase the book.

In the end though, I walked out of Borders with a copy of Ballet for Dummies instead of John Piper's pack of words. Somewhere between the stacks and the counter, the allergic reaction I've developed to words like joy, God, faith, and grace set in and I dropped the book.

Ironically enough, the subtitle for that book is "How to Fight for Joy".