I'm going to make this one{life} count, we don't want to be just body counts
listening to etis. this is just beyond. this will make people wake from comas, this will make the doctors jaw-drop. and throw stethoscopes into the air like it's graduation day. music in IV's. anyone got a patent?
I don't know. I don't think I deserve to go to rilo kiley. ever wanted something but know, you just know, gut-deep, you don't deserve it? but god dangit, you want it anyways. making up excuses like a good liar does. it's fustrating, because you're wanting it with the feeling of guilt lurking in the back of your mind.
Q: Do we deserve what we get? any of us, having anything. even if it's something simple{&complicated}. like...getting to live. how can we ever be so {fucking} lucky? and most importantly how can we ever get so distracted. isn't it amazing to have ten fingers instead of nine? or two feet instead of none. to see, touch, taste, smell, & hear. all five of them?
I'd rather be mute, not able to feel, not able to taste, or smell. rather than being deaf. because that's being deaf{dead}. not only will you never know what music is or means, you can't hear people's voices, the sound of rain on the rooftops when the clouds come to visit in groups. the breeze whistling, when lying under stars while the summer grass bends so they can hold you in at night. or when you walk into a church, that wrapping-around-your-heart silence as the errie choir sings beside the alter.
how can someone live and never know what their best friend's voice sounds like?
or the flowing conversations wave after wave in & out over-lapping verbs and adjectives, without paying real attention, because the couches are so comfy and the words are so soothing, you could sleep to the voices talking lullabys.
life is just so d e e p
{how can anyone give it up like that}
damn you elliott, damn you.
affecting lives like nobody's business,
thanks though. for.everything.
I don't know. I don't think I deserve to go to rilo kiley. ever wanted something but know, you just know, gut-deep, you don't deserve it? but god dangit, you want it anyways. making up excuses like a good liar does. it's fustrating, because you're wanting it with the feeling of guilt lurking in the back of your mind.
Q: Do we deserve what we get? any of us, having anything. even if it's something simple{&complicated}. like...getting to live. how can we ever be so {fucking} lucky? and most importantly how can we ever get so distracted. isn't it amazing to have ten fingers instead of nine? or two feet instead of none. to see, touch, taste, smell, & hear. all five of them?
I'd rather be mute, not able to feel, not able to taste, or smell. rather than being deaf. because that's being deaf{dead}. not only will you never know what music is or means, you can't hear people's voices, the sound of rain on the rooftops when the clouds come to visit in groups. the breeze whistling, when lying under stars while the summer grass bends so they can hold you in at night. or when you walk into a church, that wrapping-around-your-heart silence as the errie choir sings beside the alter.
how can someone live and never know what their best friend's voice sounds like?
or the flowing conversations wave after wave in & out over-lapping verbs and adjectives, without paying real attention, because the couches are so comfy and the words are so soothing, you could sleep to the voices talking lullabys.
life is just so d e e p
{how can anyone give it up like that}
damn you elliott, damn you.
affecting lives like nobody's business,
thanks though. for.everything.