Love You More Than The Stars & The Moon

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April 2010

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Apr 18, 2010
Adrift-Jack Johnson

“Your voice is adrift, I can’t expect it to sing to me as if I was the only one. I’ll fallow you, a leaf thats fallowing the sun. When will my weight be enough for you? When will these ideas really be my own? Cuz this moment keeps on moving. We were never meant to hold on. This was a scene worth waking up for. When I woke up you planted me in my own body. I don’t know why, but somehow it just feels so wrong. When you’re sad I will be lonely. but when you’re rise again I will become the sun. I’ll shine down apon you, as if you were the only one. Your voice is your own, I can’t protect it. You’ll have to sing a verse that no one has ever known. Don’t be afraid, cuz no one ever sings alone. You’re weight will never be too much for me. Your ideas have always been your own. And this moment always keeps on moving. We were never meant to hold on.”

Apr 18, 2010
Same girl Jack Johnson.

“If you could read my mind,  you’d say baby you are right. And I don’t wanna fight anymore. You’re usually righter than I am. And I’m not a very good fighter. Am I? No. Niether are you. So lets be through with this one. Cuz somethings never change. I know you’re still my same girl. Who builds frames for the pictures that she paints the Lights of Monterey. Come across the bay. Right back to my same girl. Umm, hmmmm hmm hmmmm. How can you be so calm when the truth is that sometimes we live in the eye of the storm. With everything going on around us I feel comfort in the sounds when you say, ‘It will be okay.’ Like a star guiding me to the light of day. Doldrums could fallow me. But not with my same girl. Who builds the frames from the pictures that she paints, the lights of Monterey. Come across the bay. Right back to my same girl.”

Apr 16, 2010

7 months. I love you punkin(:

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