Sorry guys, it got a bit dreary. Never meant it to go that way, but these things happen.
my head is pounding and the sky is glaring grey so much of so little consequence needs to be done and all i want to do is sit and be warm and have company with nothing to care about, only to think and sometimes laugh and also cry
I don't often take the time to cry I cover it fairly well, my face might turn grey You wouldn't notice it, I don't think Or pretend not to; it's something everyone's done It's hard to cry with company, nicer just to sit.
Once I had to sit For over an hour in the cold: I needed to cry And couldn't do it in your company Or out of it, so sat in a shadow, grey streaks running down my face, I stayed until I was done Then walked home numb, wouldn't let myself think
Resisting tears, it's easy to over-think Better to feel at the time, let things sit feel everything I need to feel, get it done Then, when there's no more tears to cry take the time to think it through, in my own company Work through all the shades of grey
Emotions mess with memories, paint things grey Reason does it too, so that now I can't think or remember what kind of company I kept with you, or him, or if we could ever sit without my head directing my eyes not to cry or if i knew from the start that it was done.
I'm waiting now, trying to get things done In these next few weeks which only point to grey A grey which glares like this sky; won't let me cry But unable yet to feel, I will not think Until it's over and I can sit and remember the nice, and not so nice company.
anticipate the grey that comes when this is done and the moments when I can sit, with or without company Reflect, think ahead, and be it for joy or sadness, cry.
my head is pounding and the sky is glaring grey
so much of so little consequence needs to be done
and all i want to do is sit
and be warm and have company
with nothing to care about, only to think
and sometimes laugh and also cry
I don't often take the time to cry
I cover it fairly well, my face might turn grey
You wouldn't notice it, I don't think
Or pretend not to; it's something everyone's done
It's hard to cry with company,
nicer just to sit.
Once I had to sit
For over an hour in the cold: I needed to cry
And couldn't do it in your company
Or out of it, so sat in a shadow, grey
streaks running down my face, I stayed until I was done
Then walked home numb, wouldn't let myself think
Resisting tears, it's easy to over-think
Better to feel at the time, let things sit
feel everything I need to feel, get it done
Then, when there's no more tears to cry
take the time to think it through, in my own company
Work through all the shades of grey
Emotions mess with memories, paint things grey
Reason does it too, so that now I can't think
or remember what kind of company
I kept with you, or him, or if we could ever sit
without my head directing my eyes not to cry
or if i knew from the start that it was done.
I'm waiting now, trying to get things done
In these next few weeks which only point to grey
A grey which glares like this sky; won't let me cry
But unable yet to feel, I will not think
Until it's over and I can sit
and remember the nice, and not so nice company.
anticipate the grey that comes when this is done
and the moments when I can sit, with or without company
Reflect, think ahead, and be it for joy or sadness, cry.
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