Leave Home
Today I had the sudden urge to tell the world and sing a story
It's too hard not to do, but how do you sing with the pages torn?
These days are darker than I thought and even when it's brighter
I don't think you’ll get that close with only cigarettes and your old lighter
Today I felt the sudden burst, a shock of familiar pain
But how do you feel the burning if you're not lost in the rain?
Things will happen eventually 'cause I know it will come true
But I have my doubts for this; there must be something I can do
I know the stars are there for me, because you put them there to glow
But I can't understand why it isn't in the palm of my hand
Staring at me in the face I know it's kind of crazy
But I wanted more than anything, you know, I want to know
When you leave home
Because I never felt the lighting striking deep inside my heart
If anyone can hear me asking for the crying just to start
And why I never felt it being buried in my head
I felt the most of it that carried on and followed me instead
I know the stars are there for me, because you put them there to glow
But I can't understand why it isn't in the palm of my hand
Staring at me in the face I know it's kind of crazy
But I wanted more than anything, you know, I want to know
When you leave home
I close my eyes and to my surprise it's over
Until the next time that I want to fall asleep
I'll stay awake and watch you dare to love her
But I can't stand to see it happen again
And there's never any place for someone like me to be totally happy...(Cavanaugh Park, Something Corporate. The prettiest piano song I've ever heard)
I'd like to present to you a new feeling. It feels a little bit like the middle of a tidal wave love, mixed with the feeling of suprise and extreme happiness. Yet this isn' so happy, but at the same time it is. Quite confusing, I know. I guess you could call it love, but it's not for a guy, although there may sometimes be a little bit of that mixed in (only a bit). I like to call it...Quixnotic. You know, like quixotic is the feeling of extreme romance, well this is quixNOTic. Like the feeling not of extreme romance, but of extreme SOMETHING ELSE....
Anywho. *poof* I'm gone.
It's too hard not to do, but how do you sing with the pages torn?
These days are darker than I thought and even when it's brighter
I don't think you’ll get that close with only cigarettes and your old lighter
Today I felt the sudden burst, a shock of familiar pain
But how do you feel the burning if you're not lost in the rain?
Things will happen eventually 'cause I know it will come true
But I have my doubts for this; there must be something I can do
I know the stars are there for me, because you put them there to glow
But I can't understand why it isn't in the palm of my hand
Staring at me in the face I know it's kind of crazy
But I wanted more than anything, you know, I want to know
When you leave home
Because I never felt the lighting striking deep inside my heart
If anyone can hear me asking for the crying just to start
And why I never felt it being buried in my head
I felt the most of it that carried on and followed me instead
I know the stars are there for me, because you put them there to glow
But I can't understand why it isn't in the palm of my hand
Staring at me in the face I know it's kind of crazy
But I wanted more than anything, you know, I want to know
When you leave home
I close my eyes and to my surprise it's over
Until the next time that I want to fall asleep
I'll stay awake and watch you dare to love her
But I can't stand to see it happen again
And there's never any place for someone like me to be totally happy...(Cavanaugh Park, Something Corporate. The prettiest piano song I've ever heard)
I'd like to present to you a new feeling. It feels a little bit like the middle of a tidal wave love, mixed with the feeling of suprise and extreme happiness. Yet this isn' so happy, but at the same time it is. Quite confusing, I know. I guess you could call it love, but it's not for a guy, although there may sometimes be a little bit of that mixed in (only a bit). I like to call it...Quixnotic. You know, like quixotic is the feeling of extreme romance, well this is quixNOTic. Like the feeling not of extreme romance, but of extreme SOMETHING ELSE....
Anywho. *poof* I'm gone.