A massive FUCK YOU is hiding somewhere in the back of my head, and I wanna expose every single dark, nasty, gross thing to the light, and watch the ones these things belong to disintegrate into ash.
Except I don't want to be that person today. There are other things that are already light, but caught in the shadows of the muck in my head.
There are certain lyrics that just stand out when I'm feeling icky, reminding me that other people have yucky thoughts and turn them into beautiful things. It doesn't have to be self destructive. I'm not a time bomb.
They almost make sense, when strung together. To me, anyway, but I know what I'm feeling when I hear them in my head so maybe it's just a hot mess to anyone else.
Show me yours and I'll show you mine.
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But you came over me, like some holy rite.
That's when we fell in love, but not the first time
Dress to suppress all kinds of sorrow.
Gain again what they want to steal
Wheel to the storm and fly.
I sing the songs that you hear on the breeze
But if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me, too.
I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where.
I have stood here before, inside the pouring rain
These will just be places to me now.
Pins and needles
As the hours pass
How am I the lucky one?
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
Like a good book, I can't put this day back
And maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not gonna stop me from having fun.
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