So in 6th grade, I walked in to class one morning and all I heard from the people at my table was "jumbo shrimp." And they looked at me and said, "well?" I didn't know what they were talking about, and so I said, "french fries." And then they laughed at me and I was sad. And that was the day I learned about oxymorons. And I felt like a moron. It was appropriate.
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There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend And there's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend ... I guess if someone doesn't love you back, it isn't such a crime, But there's a fine, fine line between love, and a waste of time. ... And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore. I don't think you even know what you're looking for For my own sanity, I've got to close the door, And walk away...
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