John Mayer's music is good therapy . He's gotten me through some pretty bad break ups, rejection, fights all that jazz that occured in my ever so famous past. I guess I have this theory that he's got to be one of the greatest lovers out there to come up with this shit. So whenever I feel shitty about a guy I just pop in some godamn John Mayer and think about the sex, love and turmoil within that voice. That voice alone, godamn. Yet I have done my research through the past years and have found it relatively funny that the man who I perceive as the "Perfect" man is actually a douche bag who loves to many godamn women and cant sit still. Who wouldn't ? Yer fucking JOHN MAYER for christ sake, Id be a fucking douche bag as well. Anyways. This persona I built up in my head pops up in every man I have tried to pursue and more and more I start to think that I am trying to find this man . . this fucking persona here that I have made up in my head. Alot of times they either have really curly fucking hair, eyebrows like a maniac or look just as raunchy as a Mr. Pj. This man he has been popping up recently. I have had 3 encounters with him and I die each and everytime. I guess I blame John Mayer for making me think that a fantasy character that I made up in my head who plays Your Body Is A Wonderland acoustic for me in sheets of white with nothing but his voice and guitar is real. Fuck it, he's real. He's going to play me that godamn song one day. As i sit there looking at him with love struck eyes as he strums his guitar and i study his fingers. Hes going to be wrapped in my sheets with love in his voice. One day. One day. You will stop hurting me, just sing the fucking song.
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