Running, Hoobastank
I find music highly inspirational. The lyrics to a song often give me an idea, or remind me of a fic I've already read (and often, loved.) That does not make me a songfic author. I swear. Music just inspires me, like other types of art do. Music and the work of other writers wakes me up inside, makes a part of me come alive.
The fic I am currently working on was inspired partly by a request from Chelle, partly by this song, and partly by my own experiences.
The song -- in my own personal interpretation of it -- is about being terrified of our own nature, and allowing our fear to destroy our (potential and real) relationships and our lives.
Running, by Hoobastank.
I don't want you to give it all up
and leave your own life collecting dust
and I don't want you to feel sorry for me
you never gave us a chance to be
And I don't need you to be by my side
and tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you to tell me the truth
you know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
I did enough to show you that I
was willing to give and sacrifice
and I was the one who was lifting you up
when you thought your life had had enough
and when I get close you turn away,
there's nothing that I can do or say
so now I need you to tell me the truth
you know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
to make you change your mind
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
is it a waste of time?
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
to make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
(what is it I have to say?)
so why are you running away?
(to make you admit you're afraid)
why are you running away?
Lyrics obtained here.
By the way, Mr. Cyclist wanted to do something today, supposedly, but didn't call. Doofus. Type A people shouldn't date very laid back people.
But that's okay. Because honestly, I've gotten used to a certain amount of alone time, and I really want to quilt...
The fic I am currently working on was inspired partly by a request from Chelle, partly by this song, and partly by my own experiences.
The song -- in my own personal interpretation of it -- is about being terrified of our own nature, and allowing our fear to destroy our (potential and real) relationships and our lives.
Running, by Hoobastank.
I don't want you to give it all up
and leave your own life collecting dust
and I don't want you to feel sorry for me
you never gave us a chance to be
And I don't need you to be by my side
and tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you to tell me the truth
you know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
I did enough to show you that I
was willing to give and sacrifice
and I was the one who was lifting you up
when you thought your life had had enough
and when I get close you turn away,
there's nothing that I can do or say
so now I need you to tell me the truth
you know I'd do that for you
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
to make you change your mind
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
is it a waste of time?
Is it me? Is it you?
nothing that I can do
to make you change your mind
So why are you running away?
why are you running away?
(what is it I have to say?)
so why are you running away?
(to make you admit you're afraid)
why are you running away?
Lyrics obtained here.
By the way, Mr. Cyclist wanted to do something today, supposedly, but didn't call. Doofus. Type A people shouldn't date very laid back people.
But that's okay. Because honestly, I've gotten used to a certain amount of alone time, and I really want to quilt...