Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything too
Sitting smoking feeling high
In this moment it feels so right
Lovely lady
I am at your feet
God I want you so badly
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So wondrous as you there sleeping
Let's go drive 'til morning comes
Watch the sunrise to fill our souls up
Drink some wine 'til we get drunk
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
Here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
Is this real or am I dreaming
Lovely lady
Let me drink you please
I won't spill a drop I promise you
Lying under this spell you cast on me
Each moment
The more I love you
Crush me
Come on
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
Here I'm dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
Is it real or am I dreaming
Lovely lady
I will treat you sweetly
Adore you I mean you crush me
It's times like these
When my faith I feel
And I know how I love you
Come on
Lady
It's crazy I'm thinking
Just as long as you're around
And here I'll be dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down
To each other we'll be facing
By love we'll beat back the pain we've found
You know
I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside
My friend
With each moment the more I love you
Crush me
Come on
So much you have given love
That I would give you back again and again
Meaning I'll hold you
And please let me always
“Crush” by Dave Matthews Band
She looked over to Jennifer’s bed. It was empty.
Probably either still out at a club or at Timberlake’s, she thought as she got up and glided to the couch.
She sat and took off her glasses. Not that those do any good anyway.
The last couple of months had been a pure living hell. Somehow, despite her pushing, she’d grown closer to one person in the group: Chris. A knock interupted her reverie.
Who in the hell would actually be awake now? she asked herself. I would. But I mean besides me.
“Hello?”
“Your eyes are red,” Chris pointed out.
“I just took out my contacts.”
“You were wearing your glasses today.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“You were crying.”
“Who, me? The topic-of-choice on 'N SYNC TV so much of the time?”
“WHAT?!”
“Oh, give it up, Chris. ‘Maybe she’s insecure.’ ‘Maybe she’s just nervous.’”
“Oh my God. You heard us?”
“All the time. And you’re wrong. I’m distant because I can’t . . . I just don’t . . . why did you decide to show up at 4:00 in the morning anyway.”
“Uh . . . couldn’t sleep?”
“Nice try. I’m going back to bed now,” she said, shutting the door.
“Wait,” he said, sticking his hand in the door before it shut. “Is Justin or Jenn here? They’re lost.”
“No. I’m sure they’ll find thier way home. Goodnight. Or morning, rather.”
You know, Timber, when the light hits his eyes just so . . . She gave herself a mental slap. Although . . . Aware that two mental slaps wouldn’t do any good, she physically slapped herself.