Post by 3Lephant (Naptown Icon) on Jul 1, 2011 9:55:12 GMT -5
Context - Shelta is the nickname of an ex girlfriend and the only girl I've ever really cared about. To quote the band the Elected, "It was love, or at least, the closest I've come." My album was named after her, since all the songs were written about her.
I had just made it home from my trip out west and Seth, a best friend, and I were hanging out. He took me to some place we’d never been before. A guy’s house that was unfamiliar to me. I’m not sure what the context was, other than we were about to smoke or purchase green, which I haven’t done for weeks. I’m walking around the guys house and looking at the framed pictures on lamp stands, and notice this guy has a roommate. The roommate is Derek, Shelta’s other ex boyfriend.
At this point, I know I have to leave. Derek lives in this house, and I don’t want to see Derek. I examine one of the pictures further and see that Shelta actually is in one of the pictures with him, his arm hanging off her shoulder and he’s smiling and she’s got a mild face. I don’t know why he has a picture with her since they haven’t been together for a long time, predating my relationship with her. Regardless, It’s time to leave.
I tell Seth that I have a really bad feeling that she is going to show up here, and usually when I get these urges and feelings about her, they come true. Case and point, the 2 times I ran into her, the same day the CD was released (February 8) and again after we were through (sometime in April). I can feel it, I know something bad is going to happen.
I explain to Seth I’m leaving, the guy we are buying green from is Derek’s roommate and I don’t want to be here. I walk out the door and see Shelta on her way into this house, and she’s come with a blue blanket and a sack of clothes as if she’s staying the night. She jumps into the roommates arms and completely ignores me. I yell, “What the
?” in close enough proximity that I want her to hear, I want her to feel how upset I am.. Even though we’re through. And I keep yelling, though I’m not sure why or what about. Seth hangs around a while longer to grab his green and he called me to find out where I was. I wasn’t far. He told me that he cried upon seeing my reaction to everything that was going on. He hurt for me. I was hurting.
I continue to walk around this guy’s neighborhood because Seth was driving and I had nowhere I could go. I get a call from Shelta and she asks to see me. I say, “What can we say that hasn’t already been said a million times?” Her response: “Would you just let me talk?” I give her the chance. I walked back towards her and the house, and meet her outside. She says, “I’ve been thinking about you all the time. I know who you are now. I never knew before. If you want me, have me.” She smiles. I don’t. I know I’ve been through this before, and I need proof that she won’t change her mind. I need actions, not words. I tell her this, and she smiles again and asks me to relax. “If you want me, have me.” This time it resonates a little more inside me and I start to relax. I connected with her words and her. She kisses me.
I wake up, sadder than ever.
I had just made it home from my trip out west and Seth, a best friend, and I were hanging out. He took me to some place we’d never been before. A guy’s house that was unfamiliar to me. I’m not sure what the context was, other than we were about to smoke or purchase green, which I haven’t done for weeks. I’m walking around the guys house and looking at the framed pictures on lamp stands, and notice this guy has a roommate. The roommate is Derek, Shelta’s other ex boyfriend.
At this point, I know I have to leave. Derek lives in this house, and I don’t want to see Derek. I examine one of the pictures further and see that Shelta actually is in one of the pictures with him, his arm hanging off her shoulder and he’s smiling and she’s got a mild face. I don’t know why he has a picture with her since they haven’t been together for a long time, predating my relationship with her. Regardless, It’s time to leave.
I tell Seth that I have a really bad feeling that she is going to show up here, and usually when I get these urges and feelings about her, they come true. Case and point, the 2 times I ran into her, the same day the CD was released (February 8) and again after we were through (sometime in April). I can feel it, I know something bad is going to happen.
I explain to Seth I’m leaving, the guy we are buying green from is Derek’s roommate and I don’t want to be here. I walk out the door and see Shelta on her way into this house, and she’s come with a blue blanket and a sack of clothes as if she’s staying the night. She jumps into the roommates arms and completely ignores me. I yell, “What the
?” in close enough proximity that I want her to hear, I want her to feel how upset I am.. Even though we’re through. And I keep yelling, though I’m not sure why or what about. Seth hangs around a while longer to grab his green and he called me to find out where I was. I wasn’t far. He told me that he cried upon seeing my reaction to everything that was going on. He hurt for me. I was hurting.I continue to walk around this guy’s neighborhood because Seth was driving and I had nowhere I could go. I get a call from Shelta and she asks to see me. I say, “What can we say that hasn’t already been said a million times?” Her response: “Would you just let me talk?” I give her the chance. I walked back towards her and the house, and meet her outside. She says, “I’ve been thinking about you all the time. I know who you are now. I never knew before. If you want me, have me.” She smiles. I don’t. I know I’ve been through this before, and I need proof that she won’t change her mind. I need actions, not words. I tell her this, and she smiles again and asks me to relax. “If you want me, have me.” This time it resonates a little more inside me and I start to relax. I connected with her words and her. She kisses me.
I wake up, sadder than ever.
I dont know good luck 
