Friday, February 10, 2006
and i used to be so funny
2 am and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
i don't love him. winter just wasn't my season."
yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
like they have any right at all to criticize
hypocrites. you're all here for the very same reason
in may he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"just a day," he said down to the flask in his fist,
"ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
but, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
wanna hold him. maybe i'll just sing about it.
cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
no one can find the rewind button, boys,
so cradle your head in your hands,
and breathe... just breathe.
there's a light at each end of this tunnel,
you shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
and these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
if you only try turning around.
2 am and i'm still awake, writing a song
if i get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
threatening the life it belongs to
and i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
and i know that you'll use them, however you want to
but you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
no one can find the rewind button now
sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe.
+ fictions&fires
11:14 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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