When your dad is mad and asks you, “Do I look stupid?” Don’t answer him
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.
John Mayer (via lifeislikeaboxofcrayons)
Now that John Mayer’s deserted twitter, how will I tell him he had #1 song in America yest? Vote 2 keep him there! http://bit.ly/d1MkHy #AT5
A day without sunshine is like, you know……night.
I love this song - and I am not afraid to post it!
“Are You Still Mad ?”
are you still mad I kicked you out of bed?
are you still mad I gave you ultimatums?
are you still mad I compared you to all
my forty year old male friends?
are you still mad I shared our problems
with everybody?
are you still mad I had an emotional affair?
are you still mad I tried to mold you into
who I wanted you to be?
are you still mad I didn’t trust your intentions?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad that I flirted wildly?
are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you?
are you still mad that I had one foot out of the door?
are you still mad that we slept together even after
we had ended it?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad I wore the pants most of the time?
are you still mad that I seemed to focus
only on your potential?
are you still mad that I threw in the towel?
are you still mad that I gave up long before you did?
of course you are
of course you are
MISSING JM
I just realized that when John Mayer doesn’t post on Tumblr I read a whole bunch of things about a whole bunch of people that I am not really interested in. *sigh*
Irreplaceable lyrics
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that’s my stuff, yes
If I bought it please don’t touch
And keep talking that mess, that’s fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time?
And it’s my mine name that is on that tag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I’m such a fool, talking about
How I’ll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I could have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone
And call up that chick and see if she’s home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn’t know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Because you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys
Hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool, talking about
How I’ll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I can have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I’ll have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
So since I’m not your everything
How about I’ll be nothing, nothing at all to you
Baby I won’t shed a tear for you, I won’t lose a wink of sleep
‘Cause the truth of the matter is replacing you is so easy
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
To the left, to the left
Don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I can have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking, baby
You must not know ‘bout me
You must not know ‘bout me
I can have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute
You could pack all your things, we’re finished
(You must not know ‘bout me)
‘Cause you made your bed, now lay in it
(You must not know ‘bout me)
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
one forty plus: To The Fans
Thank you all so much for making the Battle Studies tour such a huge success and a pleasure. I’m going to miss seeing your faces every night. Thanks for singing along. And for accepting me. You don’t know how good that feels. And thanks for the signs, the clever, funny, awesome signs. And for…
Ummm yeah, this isn’t going to work for me. It is like putting a fan in rehab….
Enjoy your time off - you deserve it!
GPOYW - A Self Portrait of The Artist Three Days Before His Metaphoric Retirement
You look like Johnny Depp in this picture
