10/25/2007

started a new kind of crooning - reach for the sky with my musings - and maybe I’ll reach something - or maybe something will reach me - song and dance and musical notes - I caught the pitch in my throat - started to choke - hacked up a couple lines with your name - but I didn’t like them - I wrote them away - it seemed so much better - when I just sang along - no words were my own - just one more empty song - things get so damn personal - and a person could hate me for these - keep it secret - please don’t hear it - who knows what I may say
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you can be pretty bright
less mundane I must say
took the monotony from me
and threw that shit away
well you haven’t yet
but I hope you will some day
because it’s getting heavy
it’s really starting to weigh
it’s getting hard to take

need a cure from being such a bore
these days are slow and old
I’m trying to style my life into
one I’m proud to call my own
it gets a little difficult
when my head is so damn light
from not sleeping enough at night
and doing too much all day
trying to fill each second
with something so I can say
“that one wasn’t a waste”

need a reminder that time isn’t life
minutes don’t matter
doing nothing is all right
but it needs to be for a good reason
whether it’s building up to leaving
or staying around with someone
someone who makes you want
to stay around