Jun 11, 2007 18:41
Somehow, an Incubus song manages to describe each of my high school years
[9th grade really doesn't hold much merit for me, so, whatever]
10th
Just a Phase
I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up
You are a fingernail, running down the chalkboard
I thought I left in third grade
Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forever
Even though you're singing and thinking
How well you've got it made
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a phase... It will be over soon
Yeah, it's just a phase
Yeah, it's just a phase
Call it women's intuition, but I think I'm on to something here
Temporaryism has been the black plague
And the Jesus of our age
I know that I sound opinionated, maybe biased
And quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later
They'll be throwing quarters at you on stage
Who are you?
When will you be through?
Yeah, it's just a phase... it will be over soon
Yeah, it's just a PHASE, and I'm waiting for it to be over too.
11th
Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where it is that I am going?
Will I ever follow through with what I, what I had planned?
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted
and the directions for me are a lot less in demand.
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, would I even care?
I would.
I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all
and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere...
really fucking fast
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, would I even care?
I would. I would. I would.