But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why...
Somewhere there's speaking,
It's already coming in.
Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind.
You never could get it,
Unless you were fed it -
Now you're here, and you don't know why...
But under skinned knees and the skid marks,
Past the places where you used to learn.
You howl and listen, listen and wait for
The echoes of angels who won't return.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
You're waiting for someone
To put you together.
You're waiting for someone to push you away.
There's always another wound to discover,
There's always something more you wish he'd say.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind,
It's only what you're asking for.
And you'll be just fine with all of your time,
It's only what you're waiting for . . .
Out of the island, into the highway.
Past the places where you might have turned.
You never did notice, but you still hide away.
The anger of angels who won't return.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
I am everything you want,
I am everything you need!
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be!
I say all the right things,
At exactly the right time!
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why...
And I don't know why.
Why, why?
I don't know...
Bleh. Once again I fudge over my own education, given I am once more guilty of skipping psych (and everything else) in favor of my newest addiction; went to an hour of Latin ballroom practice, and wasted away the evening and night in a state of lucid dreaming and walking comas. Walked for an hour along the river and stood for half that time in the pouring rain on the central stone footbridge (large one) with my feet off the ground and dangling as I folded over the flat stone railing. And I just lay like that, motionless, peering into the black water beneath, watching the drops' ripples warp the cast of the moon on its surface. I was so desperately in need of an ear to listen, but I'm beginning to draw back from those around me here. Jenny and Anna both hit my cell, and I just watched it ring. At one point I zipped it back in a pocket because the impulse to hurl it like a skipping stone out over the water was almost too strong to resist.
Austin's been away all day.. and Chris and Anna spend most of their breaths in my presence openly chastising me. All I hear these days is what a horrible person I've been or am being. I feel as though, ten years down the line, I am going to be on a couch somewhere curled in fetal position working through festering issues with some poor excuse for a Freudian shrink. And he's going to ho and hum over all of this, and point to my tapering sense of self and selfesteem during these months. But I'm getting more than my fair share of my daily Mic-fix, so all is well, right? I'm always fine. It's a mantra.
As I type that, he leaves for a shower. Damn, but this isn't my day. ::Laughing quietly.:: I edited the rest of the char pics for Lizarin, however, so as soon as Asher is back in St. Louis, I get to move on with Valin's SL. "Yay." Of course, this is assuming I receive the necessary approval from Caleb, who seems a bit distant of late. -.-; Gnh. I also need to finish up the descies for the chars that I'm going to hopefully request muns for from the other SL members... going to try and involve some of those I've never played with in an effort to dispel the present "clicqueishness" that everyone's been complaining of. ::Eyeroll:: Maybe Kevin will take Sadiro, her twin. Would make things easier.
Anyway.. going to watch a movie, I think, while I wait.
And the song.. is so perfect for how I feel right now. It's strangely an equal measure of consolation and pet-against-the-grain bristling.
It's already coming in.
Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind.
You never could get it,
Unless you were fed it -
Now you're here, and you don't know why...
But under skinned knees and the skid marks,
Past the places where you used to learn.
You howl and listen, listen and wait for
The echoes of angels who won't return.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
You're waiting for someone
To put you together.
You're waiting for someone to push you away.
There's always another wound to discover,
There's always something more you wish he'd say.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind,
It's only what you're asking for.
And you'll be just fine with all of your time,
It's only what you're waiting for . . .
Out of the island, into the highway.
Past the places where you might have turned.
You never did notice, but you still hide away.
The anger of angels who won't return.
He's everything you want,
He's everything you need,
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why . . .
I am everything you want,
I am everything you need!
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be!
I say all the right things,
At exactly the right time!
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why...
And I don't know why.
Why, why?
I don't know...
Bleh. Once again I fudge over my own education, given I am once more guilty of skipping psych (and everything else) in favor of my newest addiction; went to an hour of Latin ballroom practice, and wasted away the evening and night in a state of lucid dreaming and walking comas. Walked for an hour along the river and stood for half that time in the pouring rain on the central stone footbridge (large one) with my feet off the ground and dangling as I folded over the flat stone railing. And I just lay like that, motionless, peering into the black water beneath, watching the drops' ripples warp the cast of the moon on its surface. I was so desperately in need of an ear to listen, but I'm beginning to draw back from those around me here. Jenny and Anna both hit my cell, and I just watched it ring. At one point I zipped it back in a pocket because the impulse to hurl it like a skipping stone out over the water was almost too strong to resist.
Austin's been away all day.. and Chris and Anna spend most of their breaths in my presence openly chastising me. All I hear these days is what a horrible person I've been or am being. I feel as though, ten years down the line, I am going to be on a couch somewhere curled in fetal position working through festering issues with some poor excuse for a Freudian shrink. And he's going to ho and hum over all of this, and point to my tapering sense of self and selfesteem during these months. But I'm getting more than my fair share of my daily Mic-fix, so all is well, right? I'm always fine. It's a mantra.
As I type that, he leaves for a shower. Damn, but this isn't my day. ::Laughing quietly.:: I edited the rest of the char pics for Lizarin, however, so as soon as Asher is back in St. Louis, I get to move on with Valin's SL. "Yay." Of course, this is assuming I receive the necessary approval from Caleb, who seems a bit distant of late. -.-; Gnh. I also need to finish up the descies for the chars that I'm going to hopefully request muns for from the other SL members... going to try and involve some of those I've never played with in an effort to dispel the present "clicqueishness" that everyone's been complaining of. ::Eyeroll:: Maybe Kevin will take Sadiro, her twin. Would make things easier.
Anyway.. going to watch a movie, I think, while I wait.
And the song.. is so perfect for how I feel right now. It's strangely an equal measure of consolation and pet-against-the-grain bristling.