send to the rhine our smiles!
i suppose i should clarify, as things have become clearer.
i was baffled at myself last night, but i realize there is nothing puzzling. i'm still myself, after everything. it's refreshing, but that's the wrong word, to remember this person who wears this skin is a person i get along with. i say and do things and i follow through on them. i'm being vague, i suppose. not a glutton for punishment. just still singing, like i've always done.
so what if the teams have changed? not by that much, and it's not as though we've been in such bitter competition. i'm still confident (maybe more) when the last days come, my side won't blink.
my hair is short and there's still a mysterious cut on my index finger. if you smile at pretty girls on the street, they still smile back.
i wish my tape deck was still working. it shouldn't matter the next two weeks.
i'm proud of myself, which is something worth remembering, but not dwelling on. i suppose the only thing that i doubt are the lists of songs. then i think of the way the guy whose name i can't spell drops the sneer and sings 'maybe you're right,' or the 'wait'll i get my hands on you' repeated, or 'there are problems in this time but OOOOOOOOOOOOO none of them are mine!' and i get confident again. whether i meant it or not, the songs were the right songs.
wait. the songs were the right songs, yeah, but there's always gonna be that lingering feeling that there's always gonna be more lists of songs. and i'm unsure what to do with that. i guess this is just me. 33 and 1/3. spinning spinning spinning and that's that.
in tune we go.
i was baffled at myself last night, but i realize there is nothing puzzling. i'm still myself, after everything. it's refreshing, but that's the wrong word, to remember this person who wears this skin is a person i get along with. i say and do things and i follow through on them. i'm being vague, i suppose. not a glutton for punishment. just still singing, like i've always done.
so what if the teams have changed? not by that much, and it's not as though we've been in such bitter competition. i'm still confident (maybe more) when the last days come, my side won't blink.
my hair is short and there's still a mysterious cut on my index finger. if you smile at pretty girls on the street, they still smile back.
i wish my tape deck was still working. it shouldn't matter the next two weeks.
i'm proud of myself, which is something worth remembering, but not dwelling on. i suppose the only thing that i doubt are the lists of songs. then i think of the way the guy whose name i can't spell drops the sneer and sings 'maybe you're right,' or the 'wait'll i get my hands on you' repeated, or 'there are problems in this time but OOOOOOOOOOOOO none of them are mine!' and i get confident again. whether i meant it or not, the songs were the right songs.
wait. the songs were the right songs, yeah, but there's always gonna be that lingering feeling that there's always gonna be more lists of songs. and i'm unsure what to do with that. i guess this is just me. 33 and 1/3. spinning spinning spinning and that's that.
in tune we go.