Do I Ever Get The Girl? (Dearest Future Wife)

*dedicated to Dashboard Confessional, This Ruined Puzzle

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Galatians 6:9
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.


--------------/Do I Ever Get The Girl?

Dearest My Future Wife,
Aged faithfulness is a ledge and frequently I dangle. I often think you
are people that you arent; this mistakenness is a wind gust
Barbara, Jennifer, Meaghan C., Anne zephyrs at first
but cumulatively a rushing gale. My passion for sex for drunkenness
promiscuity and unrestrained mirth suppressed but prolonged singleness
like this is inertia welling up frustration becoming vertigo. You are the moon
at which I close my eyes and gaze ideally but the pornography Im beholden to flickering stars slightly appeasing tempts to tide me over in your stay
of absence reaching for fleeting pleasures, a reckless gait.
Notwithstanding sometimes I desire to fall a suicidal leap of salaciousness
sleeping with women I meet as passing fancies entertaining
hypotheticals of panacea, a night with Chrissy physical play savored
no consequences or attachments but the fulfillment of twirling her hair
kisses across the same pillow; the psychotic dangers of lovelorn
languishing remorse. Conscience however, is my leaden foot stabilizing
my balance though as the years pass it becomes more and more
attenuated. Give me resolve that I dont use my virginity as a hand weight
or a titillating tilt. Pray for my purity, pray against depravity and
teetering
teetering
teetering
Equanimity is equity when the toes of your self control hang
and all you want is ecstasy and carnality looking down
at people already plunged seemingly better off, smirking
sneering at the holdovers they flaunting their flamboyance
and hedonism with abandon; They lied they said their were parachutes
hang gliders, wings on the back of the rash. I want to walk backwards
romantically
so as not to hang my head when we meet over a bitten apple again
us both feeling betrayed.





(In Eden)

--------/This Ruined Puzzle, Lyrics

This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."

I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."

but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."

Does he ever get the girl?