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"We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around.
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down
But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives."
- Joseph Arthur
sometimes you wish you were something. something more glamorous, something more opionated, something more fragile, something more special? you wish to be the girl that he falls in love with over and over again on a rainy day. you wish to be the one that he sneaks glances at in a crowd full of other people. you wish that you looked as cute chewing the end of a pen and staring at a history tutorial. maybe nothing means much at 18, not the noise in your head or the chaos in your chest, with the lights too bright and the too-thick silences. but right now, you can't be what you wish you are. you're just what you are.
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around.
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down
But right now, everything is turning blue.
And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.
And right now, I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives."
- Joseph Arthur
sometimes you wish you were something. something more glamorous, something more opionated, something more fragile, something more special? you wish to be the girl that he falls in love with over and over again on a rainy day. you wish to be the one that he sneaks glances at in a crowd full of other people. you wish that you looked as cute chewing the end of a pen and staring at a history tutorial. maybe nothing means much at 18, not the noise in your head or the chaos in your chest, with the lights too bright and the too-thick silences. but right now, you can't be what you wish you are. you're just what you are.