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all that
sparkles isn't
real sapphire
a year ago in new york city
i watched a guy i love get married
and that was 1 down
1 guy out of my life forever
now i’m home in east edge indiana
but it won’t be home for long
i'll write this song & think about
how six short weeks from now
i'll be living in new york too

new year, new lives, new guys
we said when we left college
but it didn’t turn out that way
the problem w/ it for me
was even though new york got married

a year and a half ago i met this guy
who was everything i imagined i wanted
we rode a rollercoaster to a fast hard crash
i still don’t know what happened
i should probably want him out of my life
but lately things have been better
he moved to new york 6 weeks ago
& by this time 2 months from now
i hope i will have seen him

new year, new lives, new guys
we said when we left college
but it didn’t turn out that way
the problem w/ it for me
was even though new york got married

9 years ago i met this guy
who's been in my head every day since
he was the boy next door then my roommate
who quickly turned into my nemesis
through the mess of crazy feelings i'm thrilled
he’s staying in chicago without me
he’s broken my heart too many times
& 2 hours after i left our apartment
i deleted his number

new year, new lives, new guys
we said when we left college
but it didn’t turn out that way
but the more i think about it
now it's not such a problem for me

a year ago in new york city
and this morning in chicago
i lost a guy i've loved
so now i guess that’s 2 down
& even though i've got 1 left
new year, new lives, new guys
just sounds a little too good
i'm not quite done w/ this game
i'm not gonna pass it up
& by this time next year
who knows where i'll be


written by kylar landell
© daisy jordan 2014
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