misunderstood.

When I bought John Mayer’s first album (in the most grepa form of a cassette tape), I knew My Stupid Mouth was recorded for me. I felt that I was the epitome of the Stupid Mouth. Not that I’m incriminating myself, but it’s true. More often than not, I’m always caught in a situation when there’s always an urge to retract what I have just said. It sucks. Having the good, right intentions will not always mean soliciting the desired effect. Let’s not go into details because that would only mean soliciting clashing reactions.

My stupid mouth,
Has got me in trouble.
I said too much again.
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see she was offended.
She said well anyway...
Just dying for a subject change.

Oh, its another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head.
Oh, whats a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon.

We bit our lips. She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the
salt and pepper shaker.
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just
Slipped out and what went wrong.

Oh, the way she feels about me has changed.
Thanks for playing, try again.

How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head.
Oh, whats a boy to do?
I guess he better find one.

Im never speaking up again. it only hurts me.
Id rather be a mystery than she desert me.

Oh ‘Im never speaking up again.
Starting now.

One more thing.
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But its all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked, I just wanna be funny.
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire.

Im never speaking up again it only hurts me.
Id rather be a mystery than she desert me.

Oh Im never speaking up again
Starting now.


-John Mayer, My Stupid Mouth (Room for Squares, 2001)

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I want this shirt. Designs by PUB COM, GET IN THE ZONE APPS. UP JMA. Imagine me wearing this. It's going to be a real statement because…

not that I'm liking boyfriends back.

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It is important to know that I’m prone to confusion. So don’t get me confused – whatever the context is. Speaking of varying contexts, I’m still in great need of a guiding light for an essay I’m supposed to do for class. Note that in my class the term “essay” is not the essay that we know. We discuss poems evolving as essays, pieces that seems fiction but still considered as essays, compiled quotes that ends up being a fragmented piece (read: pointless) that is considered as essay. Therefore, I’m confused what to write anymore. I don’t even have a topic in mind.

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AND YOU. You’re getting me confused. Pakshet.