Saturday, May 1, 2010

Waiting

It’s a long day,

And a long road,

When youre waiting.

For the place to arrive thhat you’ve been waiting for.

Pretending

All you did was love me to pieces,

In quite the literal sense.

I feel good, but I feel beaten,

I don’t make much sense.

 

The pain and the pleasure,

Start out the same,

But pretenses turned into pretending

And I am not how I used to be,

Woah.

One Minute Of You

Nothing about me says stay with you,

When you run me in circles, and your eyes aren’t blue,

You’re nothing I wanted, but everything I need,

There’s an inch we have to move, but so much we could gain.

 

One minute of you, one minute of you,

One minute of your time,

(One minute of you, one minute of you,)

Bring it into view,

So I can close my eyes.

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

 

There’s sun in your face, and it’s hard to believe

That' I know I’ve felt this way before,

There’s a new kind of realness, that keeps me tied down,

When all I want to do is explore,

It’s a carpet that I’ve walked across to get my heart broken,

But I don’t really care, you’re that mistake that I’m living to make,

And

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

 

Feel the rain,

On your skin,

Let it go,

I won’t leave,

When it gets,

To be too much to control,

Cause I don’t want to be,

I don’t wan't to be,

Anywhere else,

Anywhere else in the world…

 

(one minute of you)

(One minute of you)

Bring it into view,

So I can close my eyes,

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Surroundings

Today I’m considering the effects our environment has on us. I mean, would we be the same people we are if we had different parents, neighborhoods, siblings, or first grade teachers? I was thinking about how the location of my house has actually greatly impacted my life…like. Would I be half as outwardly quiet if I had had girls my age on my block? I don’t know lol. Eh. Well. Think about it? Cool.