Night Moves by: Lindsay

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[OPEN: Exterior shot of Dawson’s house. We hear Joey’s voice, then the camera cuts to Dawson and Joey, sitting on Dawson’s bed. They are watching the television. We can hear Joey singing “On My Own”, but we can’t see the TV. Dawson is smiling, Joey looks repulsed.]

JOEY (OS): *Why* are you insisting we watch this?

[Cut to Dawson]

DAWSON: Shh! This is my favorite part.

J: Dawson-

D (interrupting): Joey, please.

[She takes the remote from his hand and turn off the TV]

D (whining): Joey!

J: I’m sorry, Dawson, but I refuse to watch me make a fool of myself.

D: Joey, you didn’t make a *fool* of yourself. You were . . . incredible. You were absolutely resplendent. You deserved to win that pageant.

J (sarcastic): Yeah, right.

D: Jo, how can you say that? You were hands-down the best looking girl there. Not to mention the smartest, and most talented . . . (Joey has a skeptical look on her face) And the biggest pessimist.

J (hitting him with a pillow, but smiling): We can’t all wear rose-colored glasses, Dawson. (pauses) Am I really?

D: What?

J: A pessimist?

D: Nah. I wouldn’t label you a pessimist; just a realist. You’ve experienced a lot of life. (pauses, gets a serious look on his face) You’re the oldest 15 year old I know.

J (smiling): Soon to be sixteen.

D (smiles, fake sigh): I *know*. That means I have to buy you *another* present.

J (glancing at the ring on her finger, joking): Well, if it’s anything like the last one . . . (she leans in and kisses him. He deepens it, then she pulls away) Dawson?

D: Hmm?

J: Do you have Pacey on this tape?

D (smiling): Pacey? You mean the Braveheart? Yeah, why?

J: I never got to see it.

D: Really? Huh. Well, you missed a great performance. (looks at her and sighs again) So I suppose you want to see it *now*. (he takes the remote and turns the VCR back on)

J (smiling, kisses him on the cheek): Thanks, Dawson.

D (smiling): The things I do for a beautiful face . . .

[She cuddles up next to him as we hear Pacey’s Scottish accent. It is soon drowned out by the beginning of the theme song]

[OPENING THEME, COMMERCIAL BREAK]

[OPEN: Exterior shot of the Icehouse, “Sorry My Friend” by Save Ferris is playing. Camera cuts to Joey, taking an order, she walks over behind the counter to put the order up, and we hear a voice off stage]

VOICE (OS): Hey, Joey.

[She turns to reveal Warren Gary sitting at the counter. She scowls and walks over to the cash register]

JOEY: Escape from the zoo again, Warren?

WARREN (sarcastically): Ha ha. (looks a little hurt) Listen, Joey, can I talk to you?

J: Gee . . . let me think. Um . . . no.

[She leaves and walks over to another table. A man and his wife are sitting, looking at their menu]

J (fake smile): You folks ready to order?

MAN: Uh, could we have a few more minutes, miss?

J (another fake smile): Sure, no problem.

[The smile leaves her face as soon as she turns around. She walks back over behind the counter, and calls back into the kitchen]

J: Bessie, I need those sandwiches for table seven! They’re looking restless.

BESSIE (OS): I’m going as fast as I can!

J (turning back around, sighing. She sees Warren): You’re still here?

W (almost bitterly): I haven’t been waited on yet.

J (smirks): Sorry, Warren, you know the rules. Do not feed the animals.

W (scowls, then his expression brightens as he changes the subject): So, you guys seem pretty busy.

J: Exactly. That’s why, unless you’ve miraculously sprouted some brain cells, or grown some opposable thumbs, any conversation we have could not *possibly* be worth my time.

W: Are you looking for extra help?

J: I do just fine on my own, thanks.

W: I don’t mean *you*, I mean the restaurant.

[Joey stares at him for a few seconds, as if trying to guess his intentions]

J (expression lightens a little, but she looks suspicious): What’s it to you?

W (shrugs): Well, I could really use a job . . . (smiling) especially one with such lovely company.

[Joey looks annoyed at first, but then realizes that the Icehouse is in desperate need of help]

J: Are you serious, Warren? Because if this is just another lame attempt to get me in-

W (interrupts, but looks genuine): No, I’m serious. (pauses) Look, Joey, I’m sorry about what happened before. I mean, when I said that stuff about us.

J: Oh, you mean when you ruined my already bruised reputation by spreading blatant fabrications that *you* concocted around the entire school?

W: Um, yeah. (pauses) I know I was a jerk, Joey. I feel really bad.

J (sarcastically): I bet you do.

W: Hey, you got me back pretty good, though.

J (crooked smile): Yeah . . . I guess I did. (pauses) Well, even though the thought of having to work with you literally makes me sick to my stomach, we *do* need some help. (pauses, he smiles a little) And it’s against my better judgment, but I’ll see what I can do.

W (smiling big): Thanks, Joey. Now, can I *please* get a club sandwich? I’m starving.

[Scene cuts to Pacey, walking up to Jen’s porch. He hesitates, then knocks on the door. Mrs. Ryan opens it]

MRS RYAN (looking slightly annoyed and disapproving): Yes? What can I help you with?

PACEY: Uh, is Jen home?

MRS RYAN (sighing): Yes. (she leaves the doorway) Jennifer! There’s another one here for you!

P (quietly to himself): *Another* one?

[Jen enters the doorway]

JEN: Pacey! What, uh, what are you doing here?

P (shrugging): I came to see you. I haven’t talked to you since

Christmas Eve.

JEN (lowers her voice): Uh, yeah, Pacey . . . this, uh, this isn’t exactly the best time.

[Pacey opens his mouth to reply, but closes it when he sees Mike coming up behind Jen]

MIKE (nods his head): Hey, Pacey.

P: Uh, hey, Mike. (his eyes shift back to Jen) So, uh, I just wanted to say hi, and see what you’re plans were for New Year’s Eve tonight.

J: Actually, there’s a party, at Andy McGwire’s.

M: You should come, man.

[Pacey doesn’t speak, and just looks at Jen]

J: Uh, yeah, you should Pacey. It’ll be fun. Kate’s probably going, so

. . .

P: Uh, alright. (thinks for a second) Yeah, okay. I think I will. So, I guess I’ll see you guys there.

J (nodding, with a fake smile, and looking nervous): Definitely.

[Scene cuts to Dawson, lying on his bed, flipping the channels on the TV. The sun is setting outside. Joey climbs through his window.]

JOEY: Hey, Dawson.

DAWSON (sitting up suddenly): Hey, Jo. I thought you weren’t getting off until 6?

J (sitting beside him on the bed): Bessie let me go early.

D (looks skeptical and confused): Is she . . . feeling okay?

J (smiles): Yeah. Uh, there’s this party tonight, you know, for New Year’s Eve?

D (furrowing his brow): Yeah . . .

J: So, I told her, and she thinks we should go.

D (incredulous): *You* want to go to a *party*?

J (crooked smile): Yeah. Don’t look so surprised. It’ll be fun. I mean, Jen and Mike are gonna be there-

D (interrupting): How did you . . .

J (rolls her eyes): Oh, just, uh, some guy came into the restaurant, andmentioned it. (pauses) But he said for me to bring whoever I want, so . . . Please, Dawson? I haven’t seen Jen since Christmas Eve, and I’m sure Pacey will be there. I never see them anymore. I feel like I’m being held prisoner in your room.

D (looking a little hurt): Really?

J: No, I just . . . c’mon, Dawson, let’s go. We can leave right after the ball drops, and come back here for a (smiles seductively) nightcap.

D (smiles, raises an eyebrow): Well, I like the sound of that. [He leans in and kisses her]

D: So, who was this guy at work?

J: Oh, it’s no one. (pauses, shrugging) Just Warren Gary.

D: Why were you talking to *him*?

J (rolls her eyes): Long story.

[Dawson seems satisfied with this, and they go back to kissing as the scene fades to black]

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

[OPEN: Exterior of a large house. Lots of cars are parked outside. “Closer to Free” byt hte Bodeans is playing loudly. Camera cuts to Joey and Dawson walking into a crowded room. There are a lot of people dancing, and a long table with food and a punch bowl. Joey is looking around nervously]

JOEY (almost yelling): Dawson, do you see Jen anywhere?

DAWSON: Nope. You see Pacey?

J (frowning): Huh-uh.

D (shrugs, as the music turns to Boyz II Men’s “I’ll Make Love to You”): Oh well, forget about them. You, uh, you wanna dance?

J (smiling): Yeah, sure.

[They come together, and Dawson holds her close. They dance for a few seconds without speaking]

J: Y’ know, this reminds of that stupid dance you made me go to earlier this year.

D: Ugh, don’t remind me. That was horrible. (pauses, looks at Joey) Except when I was dancing with you, of course.

J (smiling): Of course.

D: This is better, though, cause tonight, I don’t give a damn who Jen is with. [As if on cue, Dawson and Joey turn slightly, and we see Jen and Mike dancing next to them]

JEN: Hey you guys. I didn’t know you were coming.

JOEY: Yeah, Warren Gary, of all people invited me.

JEN: *Really*? You actually *talked* to him?

JOEY: Yeah, well, he came into the Icehouse today. I was kinda *forced* into it.

D: So, is Pacey here?

JEN (looks nervous, and looks around): Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. But he said he was coming, so he’s probably around here somewhere.

[Scene cuts to Pacey, pouring himself a drink from the punch bowl. He takes a sip, then makes a sour face. ]

PACEY: Jock’s house. Figures.

[He throws the drink into a nearby trash can, and when he looks up, he sees Kate walking in the door. He smiles and walks over to her]

P: Hey.

KATE: Hey! Long time, no see.

[She pecks him on the cheek]

P: Yeah, no kidding.

K: I called you awhile ago to ask you to meet me here, but nobody answered.

P: Oh, I musta been at Dawson’s or something.

K: So, how did you find out about the party?

P: Uh, you know Jen Lindley? (she nods) She invited me. Actually, I only came cause she told me you’d be here (smiles big- Kate smiles too)

K: Aww . . .

P: So, you, uh, wanna dance?

[The Boyz II Men song ends and “Can’t Get Enough of You Baby” by Smashmouth begins]

K: Oh, uh, next slow one, come get me, okay? I’m gonna go mingle a bit.

P: Oh, sure, yeah. See ya later.

[She smiles and walks away. Pacey turns to see Joey by the punchbowl, pouring herself a drink. He walks over to her]

P: Uh, I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.

JOEY (looks annoyed until she sees Pacey): Oh, hey, Pace. I was hoping you’d be here. (she takes a drink)

P: Uh, Joey, really. You’d better put away that punch.

JOEY: What? Pacey, what are you talking about?

P (leans in closer to her): It’s, uh, *contaminated*, if you know what I mean.

JOEY (crooked smile, shakes her head): You’re crazy, Pace.

P: No, I’m not. I’m serious. Can’t you taste it?

JOEY: No.

P: Ah well, suit yourself. Just remember what happened last time you had a little too much, uh . . . (he makes the quote signs with his fingers) *punch.*

JOEY: Ugh, don’t remind me. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened if Dawson hadn’t saved me.

P: Okay, see, that’s where the alcohol comes into play. Dawson didn’t save you, Jo.

JOEY (frowning): Yes he did. It’s a little fuzzy, but I remember that guy being all over me, and then all the sudden, he was on the ground, and Dawson was standing over me.

P: Yeah, but *I* was the one who punched the guy.

JOEY (snorts): Yeah, right.

P: I’m serious, Joey! Just ask Dawson.

[Dawson walks up behind Joey]

D: Ask Dawson what?

JOEY (turns to Dawson): That day that Jen broke up with you? We were at that party, and-

P (interrupting): And Joey was gettin’ a little too friendly with some guy, so *I* punched him, and *you* helped her up off the sand.

D (nods): Right.

JOEY (looking at Dawson): I always thought it was you who punched him.

D (laughing): Yeah, right. That guy was huge. (pauses) Actually, Pace, I’m surprised you didn’t tell her before now.

P (shrugs): I just thought I’d let her keep her fantasy.

[Jen is walking up behind Pacey]

JEN: What fantasy?

JOEY, D, and P: Long story.

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

[OPEN: The party house. “Alcohol” by the Barenaked Ladies is playing, but the music is a lot softer than before, and there aren’t as many people. Joey and Jen are sitting on a couch, talking.]

JEN: So, he’s going to *work* there?

JOEY: Yeah, I guess so.

JEN: I can’t believe you’re actually going to *help* him, after what he did to you. (Joey shrugs, Dawson walks up to them) I have to say, Joey, you forgive rather easily. First me, now Warren Gary.

DAWSON: *What* is the deal with this guy?

JOEY: What are you talking about?

D: Every time I turn around, you’re talking about him. What’s the big deal? And what are you forgiving him for?

JOEY: Dawson, it’s a really long story.

D: I’ve got plenty of time.

JOEY: You really care?

D: *Yes!*

JOEY (sighs, stands up): All right, Dawson. I’ll tell you the agonizing details on the way home.

JEN (smiling): See you guys Saturday.

D (looks at Joey questioningly): Saturday?

JOEY: The service.

D: Oh, right.

[They walk away, and the camera pans back to Jen, sitting on the couch. She is watching them go, smiling. Pacey walks over to her. He is staggering ever so slightly, and looks pissed. He is holding a drink.]

P: Where’d everyone go?

JEN: Oh, Dawson and Joey went home.

P (looks around): Seems almost everyone else did, too. (pauses) Where’s Mike?

JEN (shrugs): I never saw him leave, but he’s not here anymore, so . . . Where’s, uh, where’s Kate?

P: Ahh, good question. I hardly saw her all night. So I went to go look for her about a half-hour ago, only to find her sucking face with some other guy.

JEN: Oh, I’m sorry Pacey. (she pats him on the shoulder)

P: Ah, it’s alright. (smiling) I mean, I haven’t exactly been faithful, either. (Jen smiles) Now, the million dollar question is, what are you going to do about Mike?

JEN: I already told you, Pacey. I don’t want to break up with him.

P: I know, I know. But, uh, he’s not here now, is he?

JEN (smiling): No, I guess not.

P: So, whaddya say you and me find an empty bedroom, and uh . . .

JEN: Pacey, are you drunk?

P: Uh, *duh.* Aren’t you?

JEN (sharply): No.

P (shoves his drink in her face): Care to change that?

JEN (pushing it away): I don’t think so, Pace.

P: Oh, c’mon, Jen. I thought you were sick of being the good girl.

JEN (lowers her voice): So cheating on my boyfriend isn’t *bad*?

P (goofy smile): Not bad enough. (pauses) C’mon, Jen, just a little sip. It’ll help you loosen up. (makes a puppy face) For me?

JEN (smiling): Oh, all right. (takes the cup from his hand) Give me that.

[The cup is almost full, but Jen chugs it all]

P: That’s the spirit!

[Scene cuts to Joey and Dawson, in Dawson’s room. “Sitting On Top of the World” by Amanda Marshall is playing softly.]

DAWSON: And he had the nerve to ask you out? I can’t believe this guy.

JOEY: Yeah, I know.

D: And now he’s gonna work at the Icehouse? How could you do that, Jo?

J (shrugs): He needs a job, we need the help. Why not? Besides, it’s a public place, Dawson. He’s not exactly going to jump me.

D: Yeah, but the guy’s a jerk, Joey. I don’t want you working with him.

J: Well, it’s too late, Dawson. I already talked to Bessie. Besides, Warren promised to be on his best behavior. Not that you even care.

D: What’s that supposed to mean?

J: Oh, come off it, Dawson. The only reason you don’t want him working with me is because he’s a good-looking, popular guy, who happens to have the hots for me. Admit it, you’re jealous.

D: I am not. (pauses) You think he’s good-looking?

J: *Dawson.* Look, he’s ignorant, self-absorbed asshole, okay? But he *did* apologize, and we *do* need help at the restaurant. And Bessie’s so happy, she was practically kissing my feet.

D (smiles slightly, raises an eyebrow): Ahh, the *real* reason why she let you off early.

J (crooked smile): Yeah, well . . .

[Dawson leans in and kisses her, as if to say ‘I understand.’ After a second, she pulls away]

J: For the record, Dawson, Warren Gary doesn’t hold a candle to you.

D (smiles): Yeah?

J (smiles as well): Yeah.

D (pulls Joey closer to him): So, about this nightcap you promised . . .

[They start kissing again, and the camera zooms out a bit before the scene fades to black]

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

[OPEN: Dawson and Joey, sleeping. Some birds are chirping, and Dawson’s eyes flutter. He opens them completely, and looks over at Joey, sleeping peacefully, her head on his arm. He smiles to himself as he recalls last night’s events. Joey’s eyes flutter open as well, and she also smiles]

DAWSON (softly): Good morning, sunshine.

JOEY: Morning.

[He kisses her forehead lightly before sitting up]

D: Don’t get up yet. I’m going to go make breakfast.

J (speaking softly): Dawson, I can’t go downstairs. Your parents will know I was here last night.

D (frowns): I hadn’t anticipated that. (pauses) I’ll go downstairs now. If they aren’t up yet, then I’ll just bring the breakfast back up here.

J: And if they are?

D: Well, then . . . (smiling) I’ll just have to explain to them that I have a beautiful woman in my bed, waiting for me.

J: *Dawson.*

D: Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.

[He pulls a sweatshirt over his head, and walks out the door, shutting it behind him. The camera stays focused on the door. Then, when it zooms back out, we see Jen and Pacey, sleeping next to one another in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Pacey has his arm around Jen, and she is cuddled up to him. “Through the Floor” by Edwin McCain is playing softly. She is obviously not wearing a shirt, but we can’t see anything. Jen opens her eyes and smiles. After a second, her smile turns into a look of horror]

JEN (whispering): Oh my God.

[She starts to sit up, and realizes she isn’t wearing anything. She takes a hold of the sheet, and pulls it up with her. She sits on the side of the bed, leans over, and grabs her bra. The camera pans over to Pacey while she puts it on. He sleeps peacefully for a few seconds before his eyes open slowly, and he turns to where Jen is. She is now wearing her bra, and underwear, and is trying to put her jeans on.

PACEY(smiling): Good morning, sunshine.

J (looking over at him): Don’t even start with me, Pacey. I have a horrible headache. (pauses) Which I’m sure will get worse when what we did last night *really* kicks in.

P: Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t *that* bad. As far as I could tell, you seemed to be enjoying it. (joking) Don’t tell me you were faking it . . .

J (putting her shirt on): Shut *up*, Pacey. (sighs) I don’t have time to talk about this. I have to get home before Grams wakes up.

P: Well, hold on a second. I’ll walk you home. (he sits up quickly, then holds his head) Ohh . . . J: Yeah, tell me about it. (she sighs and sits down next to him) What are we gonna do, Pacey? This was a *big* mistake. And when we walk out there, (she points to the door) someone’s gonna see us, and our drunken erratum will be all over school on Monday.

P (joking): Maybe you should have thought of that before you chugged that rum and Coke.

J: Pacey, there’s no time for jokes. We have to figure a way out of here.

P: No problem. Even with a hangover, I’m still full of ideas.

[His gaze shifts, and the camera pans over to the window. The camera stays focused on the window for a second, then it pans back out to reveal Dawson’s kitchen table, where Joey is sitting. Dawson walks over, carrying two plates covered in tinfoil.]

DAWSON: Breakfast is served.

JOEY: Mmm. Smells great.

[He sets the plates down, and removes the tinfoil. Under one plate is a stack of pancakes. Under the other is a some bacon and scrambled eggs. They each dish up, and Dawson pours some sparking cider for them]

J: What should we drink to?

D: Ummm, my parents not being home on this lovely morning?

J: *Dawson.*

D: Okay, okay. Um, how about a toast to the new year?

J: Okay.

D and J: To the new year.

[They cling glasses]

D (smiling): To what undoubtedly will be the best year of my life, as long as I spend it with you.

J (sarcastically): Aww . . . (pauses) You’ve gone way beyond corny, here, Dawson. I’d say you were downright sappy.

D: It’s certified. I’m in love.

[With that, he leans over and kisses her. They start eating, and after a few seconds, Joey gets a weird look on her face.]

J: Uh, Dawson? I don’t, uh, I . . . (she is holding her stomach)

D: Joey? Joey, what’s wrong?

[Joey doesn’t say anything. Her eyes get wide, and she just holds her mouth with one hand, gets up from the table, and runs into the bathroom, leaving behind a worried looking Dawson. We hear a “bleehhh!” off stage.]

D (sarcastically, to himself): *Great.* The first time I cook for her, and she pukes it all up.

[He gets up from the table, and goes into the bathroom to help Joey.]

[END CREDITS, COMMERCIAL BREAK]

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Lyrics

Save Ferris
Sorry My Friend

I wrote this song for you to say
I'm sorry I know that I was wrong and you don't like me
Why must you feel this way? I wish I had the words
I needed to say
Cause you and me
We disagree
On everything and everyone
I only want to be your friend again
I hear you blaming me for all your problems
Well if you quit complaining you might solve them
I'll try hard to make amends
But both of us will have to try and give in
I'm sorry for the things that turn out this way
I wish I knew the words I needed to say
But you and me we never seem to see eye to eye
But I'm sure that we can get along
If we try
If you want to you can just walk away
But i hope you know apologies
Are okay

Bodeans
Closer To Free

Everybody wants to live, like they wanna live and
Everybody wants to love, like they wanna love and
Everybody wants to be
Closer to Free Everybody wants respect
Just a little bit
And everybody needs a chance once in awhile
Everybody wants to be
Closer to Free
Everybody one, everybody two, everybody FREE
Everybody needs to touch, you know, now and then
And everybody wants a good, good friend
Everybody wants to be
Closer to Free
I said everybody one, everybody two, everybody FREE
Everybody wants to live
Like they wanna live and
Everybody wants to love like they wanna love and
Everybody wants to be
Closer to Free
Yeah, Closer to Free
Yeah, Closer to Free
Closer to Free

Boyz II Men
I'll Make Love To You

Verse:
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I'll do anything, girl you need only ask

Chorus:
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to

Verse:
Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off, too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me you know I'll do

Chorus
Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life

Chorus

Smash Mouth
Can't Get Enough Of You Baby
I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Yes it's true
Baby yes it's true
Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this
I get to wishin that there was two of you
My heart cries out more baby
It feels so nice
I want your arms to wrap around me twice
I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Right or Wrong
Baby Right or Wrong
When you had to go I hated the thought
I always wish the night was twice as long
My heart crys out more baby
I love you so much
I wish that there was more of you to touch
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
YAAAAA
Whenever we kiss
I get a feeling like this I get to wishing that there was two of you
My heart cries out more baby I love you so much
I wish that there was more of you to touch
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby

Barenaked Ladies
Alcohol
Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
O Alcohol, I still drink to your health.

Refrain:
I love you more than I did the week before I discovered alcohol.
Forget the café lattés, screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and Coke for you, a g&t for me
Alcohol, your songs resolve like my life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill

(Refrain)
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me,
But while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else
I thought that alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse

(Go, go, go, go, go, etc)

(Refrain)
Would you please ignore that you found me on the floor drying out your canvesol
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me,
But while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else
Would you please forgive me?

Marshall Amanda
Sitting On Top Of The World
Never seen a sky so blue
I've never been happy with anyone
Like I am when I'm with you
Look at the sun shining up in the sky
I feel a little closer to heaven, baby
When I'm looking into your eyes

CHORUS:
And as long as we're together, boy
I'm sitting on top of the world
Wanna feel this way forever, boy
I'm sitting on top of the world
Last night I lay in the dark
Tryin' to figure it out
Tryin' to talk to my heart
But now it's morning and I still don't know why
All I know is that you got me feeling so good
All I know is that it feels the way true love should
Ain't no one luckier than you and I

CHORUS
And everybody's got an opinion 'bout how this should be
But they don't understand it
No, no they just can't see
That I belong with you and baby baby
Baby, you belong with me
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE

Edwin Mccain
Through The Floor
Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams of murderous intention
Pursued by dogs and men and things I'm just too scared to mention
And the first thing that I think of are her sympathetic eyes
That see with only positive emotion
And she talks of being grumpy, but I know that grumpy's not her style
And I soak up all her beauty 'cause I'm only here awhile
And I muddle through my docket, nestle in the pocket
Just sit back and think about the world
And the only thing I see when she's looking back at me
Is the promise of how life could be
And as I wrote my chest got tight for her
I know that I'm not right for her and
I couldn't live if I ever caused her pain
But at least I have a message that I can leave that tells her of this spin inside
My gears turning, I'm still learning to trust myself
But at least I've told her of this difficult good-bye
Seven minutes before I'm leaving and now my chest is heaving I just can't go like I did before
And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming
That she hears my voice floating through the floor.

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