finding something to do
me and chelsea have been together for about two thousand, two hundred and eighty four days. thats a lot of days of sitting around asking "what do you wanna do?". this song is about getting used to, and really happy about, the prospect of sitting around doing nothing for the next twenty five thousand, two hundred and fifty days.

the thoughts that give me the creeps
normally i feel pretty good about everything in my life. i have somebody who loves me and i try to be the kinda person that deserves it. but sometimes you sort of close your eyes and you can't help but think, "what if i don't deserve it? what if its not even real? what if i open my eyes and it turns out i live alone in a studio apartment in van nuys and all i have is my collection of miniaturized carousel horses?". theres those dreams where you win the lottery and it seems so real and then you wake up and you still feel like you have all that money for like 20 seconds. but you realize you totally don't. what if our relationship is like that? anyways, i'm pretty sure inception stole this idea from me.

something you misplaced
sort of another topic that gets touched on alot in this record is doubt. you never really know where a relationship is headed, you never really know what someone else is thinking. also, i am insaaanely forgetful. i lose everything all the time. i don't leave the house with out looking for my wallet, phone and keys... each individually... for like 10 minutes each. on the new found glory tour last fall i set my computer bag down so i could chuck my suitcase into the trailer and then i happily got in the van and we drove away while my laptop, wallet, ipod, ext. hard drive etc etc sat on the sidewalk in super skecthy richmond, VA or somewhere (can't even remember what city it was). in our relationship, there was a moment or two (maybe just for 30 minutes before leaving the house on a few occasions) when it sorta seemed like our love fell out of a hole in our pockets and we were scrambling around looking for it. maybe a hobo found it and was using it to buy beer... maybe it ended up under a pile of adult diapers and hot dogs in some hoarders house and we'll see it uncovered on a&e... turns out my backpack was actually on my back the whole time and thats why i couldn't find it! isn't that always how it is?
love, forrest

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