If I was smarter, I would probably turn around before I get to you

Before I say whats on my mind, before it gets to you (Ohhh)

If I was the the tiniest bit of a better person,

I might be the be the bigger person and walk away but no..

 

Cause you dont really love me,

You love the way I second guess myself, when your in the room,

Cause I don’t think you really love me,

It’s a story that I heard upon the wind when I was farther than the rain goes down.

500 Days Of Summer

“Love begins to be a demon, the moment it becomes a god.”—C.S.Lewis.

For a long time now, I’ve been sitting here thinking that love doesn’t exist, when at a certain point in my life I would’ve sworn by just the simple idea, by the simple word, by its connotation. But lately, love to me has a different connotation. I equate it with stupidity, things I thought were correct now, because they were seconded by thousands of lonely people, with the same lonely ideas. The truth is? I never looked for another perspective. I never looked for anything else besides what I wanted.

I was so busy, trying to get a certain person to notice that I was still breathing for them, that I didn’t look at all the people who were noticing I was breathing. And obviously, this is a long, drawn out, exaggerated situation and representation of something that I think I’ve been going through lately, and have recently been getting myself out of, but it could’ve “cured” my loneliness hours ago. And i don’t just mean a romantic love. I mean a love of anything. A love of music, of writing, of collecting god damn stamps, I don’t know, anything really. Maybe were all just loving demons.

Common Sense

If you think I don’t notice you,

It’s just my wishful thinking getting contagious.

Everytime you hear this song,

I want you think of me.

Everytime you hear this song,

I want you to make believe,

 

Chorus:

You’re not lying to yourself,

This isn’t all a dream,

You’re not you you’re someone else,

With a better surrounding scene, and much more common sense,

Shoulda known I’d let you in.

Hit The Walls

Chorus:

I don’t need to need you,

I don’t want to love you, anymore.

Your love is a wall I keep on hitting,

Your love is a game you never stop winning.

You are a lesson that I can’t stop living.

You never let me fall, you just let me hit the wall.

 

It’s like you’re a dagger of ice,

Piercing my heart and taking its life,

Taking its fight,

If I were a flower I’d have shriveled and died,

Cause theres no more tears, my eyes have dried.

But I’ve got no resistance to love,

That is harsh that is broken, that breaks me.

 

Chorus

 

I’m not addicted, I can get by,

Stealing your glances and borrowing time,

Your name is tattooed in my head,

You are a thought that I can’t forget,

Mistakes are only in our minds.

 

Chorus.

 

There’s every word you ever said,

And the ones you didn’t have to say,

Out of  sight and out of mind,

Or not.

But wait a minute, wait a minute,

I won’t ask you to stay,

Don’t notice that I’m not okay,

Don’t think this is your fault,

You never let me fall,

You just never let me fly.

Good bye.

 

Chorus.

Mistakes are only in our minds,

Must you waste, all my time?

You are a thought I can’t forget, but I can get by.

I can get by, I’m not a flat line,

I just hit the wall.

I just hit the walls.

Your love is like  a wall.

Chorus.