Let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all their tearful words will turn back into steam...
But me I'm a single cell on the serpents tongue
There's a muddy field where a garden was
And I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here...
I'm having one of those really bad days.
The kind where you're happy and okay and then someone says one
little
tiny
word
and it triggers a million different unhappinesses in your head.
(Okay, one big one.)
But you don't say anything... you just get quiet and angry.
And everyone thinks it was their fault.
So you feel terrible, not only from what's crashing around in your head, but for making everyone else feel like they're to blame.
I would say I need some down time, except for that 6 years of taking down time when I thought it was needed hasn't helped.
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier
There's a muddy field where a garden was
And I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here...
I'm having one of those really bad days.
The kind where you're happy and okay and then someone says one
little
tiny
word
and it triggers a million different unhappinesses in your head.
(Okay, one big one.)
But you don't say anything... you just get quiet and angry.
And everyone thinks it was their fault.
So you feel terrible, not only from what's crashing around in your head, but for making everyone else feel like they're to blame.
I would say I need some down time, except for that 6 years of taking down time when I thought it was needed hasn't helped.
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier