(no subject)
"Two Way Monologue" - Sondre Lerche
Mum, all the other options that you had in mind starve me 'cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind. Pa, won't you listen and I'll let you in on this? Blind me! As you listen I'll reduce advice to dust, oh no! I shouldn't have to spell my name. Ma! If it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights- oh, mother! It is hard not to look in the mirror's eye. I have come to this while you have come along so it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again. I shouldn't have to spell my name. So start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. We're talking two-way monologues with words that rhyme. We can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl. Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust, machine-washed, that's how paper rusts. Days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace strike back, now they shape your life as stony as his face. Oh no! I shouldn't have to spell his name. So start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. Start the two-way monologues with words that rhyme. Start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. We're talking two-way monologues. We were chasing rabbits on the hill and that prairie-life was great, but never real 'cause we never saw no rabbits out there, ever, no, not once. All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months and I miss the sound of stairs and walls and maladjusted doors and too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war.
aww, sondre lerche.
i can't get it out of my head.
Mum, all the other options that you had in mind starve me 'cause I'm optionless and turkey-free and blind. Pa, won't you listen and I'll let you in on this? Blind me! As you listen I'll reduce advice to dust, oh no! I shouldn't have to spell my name. Ma! If it's worth the made up smiles, the quiet fights- oh, mother! It is hard not to look in the mirror's eye. I have come to this while you have come along so it's alright if you change your mind the other way around again. I shouldn't have to spell my name. So start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. We're talking two-way monologues with words that rhyme. We can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl. Uncurl the note-in-pocket, personal brochures that dust, machine-washed, that's how paper rusts. Days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace strike back, now they shape your life as stony as his face. Oh no! I shouldn't have to spell his name. So start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. Start the two-way monologues with words that rhyme. Start the two-way monologues that speak your mind. We're talking two-way monologues. We were chasing rabbits on the hill and that prairie-life was great, but never real 'cause we never saw no rabbits out there, ever, no, not once. All we did was put a fire up and watch it burn for months and I miss the sound of stairs and walls and maladjusted doors and too little space for holding all the soldiers and the war.
aww, sondre lerche.
i can't get it out of my head.