(no subject)
A certain malaise today, though no concrete reason for it. Something inside me wants to have this conversation out, wherever it leads, with someone who takes it in places other than the ones I'm thinking about. I usually avoid telling anyone anything, but sometimes the censor lets it by, and I find myself talking and wondering if the person even knows this is what I'm like.
It's been a week or so since one of those great moments with another person, and I start to forget how much they mean to me, how much other people do. I always barricade myself in in Wisconsin, as though under seige. This time around, neither sleep nor television hold the appeal they used to, and I find myself wondering if I'm an excitement addict too. My writing's been the same since I was young: always metaphors, holding something back as though the secrecy will make the story better. It doesn't.
So tell me did you think I couldn't tell
you might do just as well without me?
Tell me did you think I wouldn't mind
when I knew you were lying again
...
You can have your next in line
'cause I'm gonna be alright in the end
'Cause you know it,
It never seems to work right since you broke it
It's been a week or so since one of those great moments with another person, and I start to forget how much they mean to me, how much other people do. I always barricade myself in in Wisconsin, as though under seige. This time around, neither sleep nor television hold the appeal they used to, and I find myself wondering if I'm an excitement addict too. My writing's been the same since I was young: always metaphors, holding something back as though the secrecy will make the story better. It doesn't.
So tell me did you think I couldn't tell
you might do just as well without me?
Tell me did you think I wouldn't mind
when I knew you were lying again
...
You can have your next in line
'cause I'm gonna be alright in the end
'Cause you know it,
It never seems to work right since you broke it