(no subject)
My head, imitating the mall madness that sets in around the holidays,
Is left in nothing but an apathetic argument whenever I think of you,
And I'm breathing deep because we've been talking in circles for weeks.
Kissing old friends was always what you feared
But you never took the time to understand, did you?
But rest assured that winter in chicago will be extra bitter this year
Without your body curled next to mine.
What can I say?
As I lay awake for years,
A sinker,
Into past years of more comforting times.
1987 seems more inviting to me with every passing minute.
But this is life and the trials that one passes through.
A friday night in D major,
Suspended between the lines of melody and dissonance.
Simply put,
Music is solitude,
And I'd rather spend my life in music,
than with you.
Is left in nothing but an apathetic argument whenever I think of you,
And I'm breathing deep because we've been talking in circles for weeks.
Kissing old friends was always what you feared
But you never took the time to understand, did you?
But rest assured that winter in chicago will be extra bitter this year
Without your body curled next to mine.
What can I say?
As I lay awake for years,
A sinker,
Into past years of more comforting times.
1987 seems more inviting to me with every passing minute.
But this is life and the trials that one passes through.
A friday night in D major,
Suspended between the lines of melody and dissonance.
Simply put,
Music is solitude,
And I'd rather spend my life in music,
than with you.