Damn you, John Mayer!

[raeschae]

I have never in my life wanted fic based on a song as badly as I want fic based on this song. And by 'want fic' I mean that I want to read it, not write it myself. :)





I just remembered, that time at the market
snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rode down, aisle 5
you looked behind you to smile back at me
crashed into a rack full of magazines
they asked us if we could leave.

Can't remember, what went wrong last September
Though I'm sure that you'd remind me, if you had to

Our love was, comfortable and
so broken in

I sleep with this new girl i'm still getting used to
my friends all approve, say she's gonna be good for you
they throw me, high fives
She says the bible is all that she reads
and prefers that I not use profanity
your mouth was, so dirty

Life of the party
and she swears that she's artsy
but you could distinguish
Miles from Coltrane

Our love was, comfortable and
so broken in
she's perfect, so flawless
or so they say, say

She thinks I can't see the smile that she's fakin'
and poses for pictures that aren't being taken
I loved you
grey sweat pants, no makeup, so perfect

Our love was, comfortable and
so broken in

she's perfect, so flawless
I'm not impressed, I want you back.

Comments

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

Now I want it to, too. DAMN YOU JOHN MAYER. YOU'RE SUCH A DOUCHE BUT WROTE AWESOME SONGS ON YOUR FIRST FEW ALBUMS.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

RIGHT? ARGH!!! WHY SO BRILLIANT/DOUCHEY, JM?

(Also, gChat signed me out!)

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

ARGH. I FIGURED YOU WERE WORKING. Silly me :-P

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Working? Pssh! You know me better than that.

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Yeah ... that was probably your first mistake.

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

can't you write it?

:P


*runs away*

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

*icon*

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

lmfao. i was expecting something like this :P i do so love you, bb! *grins*

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

Very telling lyrics. It seems like a sad song... I need to listen to it. Youtube here I come. Also, if you come across fic to this, please do be letting me know where?

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Of course! I will be squeeing loud enough for everyone to know!!

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

His name is John Michael Thomas, and he’s pretty much the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Pretty much. Well, to be specific, the 3rd most beautiful. Two spots behind my baby sister on her wedding day, and right behind you. On your worst day. He’s tall like me, just about. Probably six three and change. The kind of tall that I don’t have to bend too much to kiss his mouth, that I don’t get kinks in my neck from stretching too low to cuddle him.

I don’t get as many massages though.

He has dark brown, almost black, hair. It doesn’t ever look out of place and is always styled to the nines. It doesn’t poke and tickle my palm when I run my hands through it. My Johnny, as I secretly call him - secretly because he doesn’t really like nicknames – has the bluest of blue eyes. The kind of blue that’ll stop a person mid-step because they’re so breathtaking. The kind of blue that doesn’t even look green. Not even a little at all. He’s got a pointy nose that isn’t covered in freckles, and a small mouth that isn’t exactly plush. He has a beautiful smile that everybody loves, but it isn’t mine alone, and it doesn’t make the skin around his eyes crinkle.

He’s well-dressed, well-spoken, has a welldefined palate, and he’s all around well-behaved. They all love him; Momma, Daddy, my baby sister and Jeff. Hell, even Chad thinks Johnny is perfect for me. They say he’ll make me happy. Make me stop missing lazy days filled with fart jokes, jeans, sneakers and tees, and bar-be-cue’d ribs with sticky sauce dripping from my face, your face, our faces. They say he’ll be good for me.

Momma says he’ll reintroduce me to God. Get in to church and to read the Bible again. Stop cursing. He doesn’t tolerate Sundays in bed and days where every other word is goddamn and motherfucker. He can’t call me a dick and then kiss my forehead to make sure I know he doesn’t mean it. He won’t roll his eyes at my clumsiness after I’ve broken his favorite guitar by falling into it.

Surprisingly, John Michael loves music. He loves to sing loudly and off key. He loves Eighties' pop like Debbie Gibson and Madonna. WHAM! even. He doesn’t appreciate music with actual instruments, though. Couldn’t differentiate bass from acoustic if asked. You… well, you taught me all there is to know about real music. You probably still sit in the record store for hours, eyes closed, swaying with the sounds of Etta, Clapton, and Strait. Rock along with Elvis. Emo out with Jack and Sexton. He’s never had his voice recorded on CD. I have all of your songs on my iPod.

Sandy says he’s like a new pair of jeans; pretty yes, but still stiff and ill-fitting. But you know how jeans can mold to your body and fit like a second skin? She thinks I just need to let myself get used to him. But, I just don’t see why I can’t keep my favorite, broken in, comfortable jeans.

You were my comfortable jeans.

[adventuresofsam.livejournal.com]

Holy f**king damn!!! That, right there, was perfection!!!!

[batman-mcghee.livejournal.com]

thank you. i just hoped it wasnt utter crap, but perfection? wow. thats awesome of you to say.

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, I said that EXACTLY like two weeks ago. I'm so obsessed with this song it's ridiculous. I wrote like, three hundred words of this fic and then trashed it because it went way out to left field and I stopped being an angsty crazy bitch. I was writing J2, but I (obviously) want someone to femmeslash this bitch.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Stop! I do not have time to do this and I WILL NOT BE TEMPTED TO WRITE KATIE/DANNEEL. I WILL NOT!!!

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Oh man, Jared/Sandy/. Brb, crying tears FOREVER.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for me, that does not tempt me. The others do, but not that one. :(

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

That's okay, I love it enough for EVERYONE IN THE WORLD. Remember that one time when you never asked for things, but I made them and said they were for you anyway? :)

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

There are days, many of them, when you are my favorite person in the world. On those days, I would like to make you chili and watch you cry. Does that make me a bad person?

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Depends. How delicious is your chili?

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

It's orgasmic.

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

Then you are a fantastic person.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

D'awwww. Thanks! That must be why I think you're so awesome, then!

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

If your chili was terrible, making me cry just to feed it to me would make you a terrible person. But I am fine with being exploited if I get chili and cuddles. #checkoutmyprioritiesyo

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I quite like your priorities, personally. Mostly because that means I also get cuddles. I'm a cuddleslut.

[taintedlove.livejournal.com]

CUDDLES!!!!

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

Oh, this song is BEAUTIFUL!

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Right? Ugh. It's killing me!!

[plasticine-star.livejournal.com]

Ah, John Mayer, love his music, can't stand him. ;)

I'm stealing that video version. I have to go beat a friend over the head with those lyrics.

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

Just don't beat them over the head with the computer. I'm pretty sure you can get in trouble for that. ;)

[mutzelpuste.livejournal.com]

I need more John Mayer cds. Right now.

Ummm...

[mutzelpuste.livejournal.com]

A humble offering. Sorry, it's kinda sad, but two words into the song I was crying, so... yeah. This is just a quick 'write it down and see what happens' thing...


You died on a Thursday.

The sun was shining, no clouds in sight. Everybody thought is was destined, the way you always talked about dying like this.

You were my hero. My comfortable pair of shoes. The fresh cup of coffee in the morning, that was always waiting for me. Didn't matter when you came home from work late. It was our time of the day we'd spend together.

We fit. From the first moment standing in line at the Starbuck's counter, hearing you laugh behind me, because the barrista just told everyone they were out of coffee beans, there had been an incident with the delivery truck.

„This is amazing. Only my second day at the job in this town, and they already ran out of the good stuff“, you chuckled.

I turned around to see who the pleasant bass belonged to, and there you were. All hazel eyes and bright smiles. I blinked up at you for a moment. Then said:

„Oh, this isn't the first time. Happens at least once a month.“

You looked at me with crinkled eyes and widening dimples.

„Why is that?“

I shrugged. „They're too lazy to change suppliers. And everyone expects it already, so it's just become one of those little town thingies.“

You threw back your head and laughed. I loved the sound of your laugh. Deep and all consuming, showing a zeal for life, I've encountered only one in a few others before you.

That were the first words we spoke to another. Many more followed.

Being married to you was the best part. Stumbling over your dirty socks, trying not to curse your cleaning habits (or lack therof), and finally finding you reading one of your many books in the den, comfortably snuggled into the afghan your mom made you, sipping at a cup of hot chocolate, your silver rimmed glasses perched on the tip of your nose.

I could have watched you all day and night, if it wasn't for our having to actually work sometime.

Your dedication to your job was, what made me fall in love with you.

I still know the exact time, I realised I was going to ask you to marry me. You just rescued a kitten out of the neighbour's tree, and held it so gently in your big hands. You were murmuring softly to it, trying to reassure it. And nearly fell of the ladder, coming down. You managed to catch the next rung, and the first thing you did? Cooing to the kitten.

„Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?“

I loved your voice. It could calm down the meanest of dogs, the most spooked horses, even the wild boar once.

That's when I knew.

I asked you then and there.

You smiled, slow and happy, sparkles in your eyes. And said yes.

On our second anniversary you asked me, to go on, to try and live a happy life, if ever anything should happen to you.

„Why did you say that“, I asked, shocked.

You kissed me and asked again. So I answered you, that I would try.

And I did. I had to.

I promised.