It's crazy
how a song
can put things into words
what you didn't even know
you felt
It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
My previous post is all song lyrics
songs that have been in my head
and through my life in the past
few weeks
from sad, to empowering.
In essence
just music,
just music,
for the moment
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
I am finding solace
even more than before
with the noise around me.
From a song on repeat
to endless episodes of
"How I Met Your Mother"
to the whir of the elliptical
and the clank of heavy weights.
Noise
means I am not alone
means I am not alone
We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
Not that I can't survive alone
but it's a reminder
that the world is still spinning
that life,
is still worth living
and just because I lost sight of that
for a moment
or two
I can find it again
I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.
As long as I open my ears
and my heart.
Listen,
with everything I have
with everything I have
Take chances
Keep loving
Just be me
Because in the end
life will keep moving
like the rush of the ocean
and the change in the weather
so whats the use in praying
that you and me might
end up together?
*thanks Ron Pope for that line
I'll make the most of all the sadness,
You'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand.
At the end of the day
the clock resets;
a new page appears.
A fresh white blanket
to start writing the next chapter
a new page appears.
A fresh white blanket
to start writing the next chapter
We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
It will not erase
the previous pages
stained with tears of ink
and sweat of hate
but will give me the chance
to begin anew.
To start writing my story
how I want it to be.
Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?
The only person you live with forever
is yourself.
And god damn it,
I really like myself.
Some days, I may not be completely
enthralled with how my pants
squeeze in the middle
but I'd rather be stuffed in them
then suffocating
in a fake smile.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room.
So.
I'm no longer slow dancing
in a burning room.
I'm gone.
Far, far away.
Some days, I might miss the heat
but at least in the cold
I can be myself.
And eventually
I'll find someone
who will brave the cold
with me.
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
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