The Seventeenth
Well happy New Years Eve Morning everyone. I just feel maybe I should update this...I'll probably be bidding farewell to this site soon however, as I plan on getting a physical journal. Lately, I've had so much going on in my head that I need the convenience of just being able to write immediately...none of this update crap. Until then I'll do my best to update or whatever. Anyway, here's and example of my songwriting frustration. I just wrote out a prose form of feelings and ideas that I want to convey. Although I will probably attempt at creating a song from these words, history has shown that this does not often bode well for me. Either way, here they are. If you come up with something, lemme know. I'm not asking you to, so don't worry. But I'd love to hear other ideas.
I'm not the guy who's got his shit together. I'm not the guy who will give you something that is necessarily real. Love with me is just like being in a fantasy. And like a fantasy, it's powerful...but shallow. You'll fall head over heels for me... ...until you get back up. I'm nothing more than a phase. A segue between childish idealistic love, and a true working love. Why is that such a problem though? I am still a child. I should be right with my love. If I make the ones I love happy, and I make those who I love love me, why do I feel inferior to love older than me? I hate being an old soul...but am I even an old soul? If I still indulge in my "childish" ways, is it right to feel that I am mature? Do I know myself? Do I know the world I live in? Have I become so idealistic that I live with a false confidence in what I thought was a staggering level of maturity and togetherness? Do I know ANY of what I think I know?
I'm not the guy who's got his shit together. I'm not the guy who will give you something that is necessarily real. Love with me is just like being in a fantasy. And like a fantasy, it's powerful...but shallow. You'll fall head over heels for me... ...until you get back up. I'm nothing more than a phase. A segue between childish idealistic love, and a true working love. Why is that such a problem though? I am still a child. I should be right with my love. If I make the ones I love happy, and I make those who I love love me, why do I feel inferior to love older than me? I hate being an old soul...but am I even an old soul? If I still indulge in my "childish" ways, is it right to feel that I am mature? Do I know myself? Do I know the world I live in? Have I become so idealistic that I live with a false confidence in what I thought was a staggering level of maturity and togetherness? Do I know ANY of what I think I know?