It's not the storm before the calm

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.

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,

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

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

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

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?