Friday, October 07, 2005

Talking to thin air.

So why should I take your hand when you can't promise happy endings?

It's starting to get old,
That story yet untold.
Reflect before we walk into,
What we already know,
Won't be so easy.
Looking back at high school drama...
Didn't try to fix what we thought were problems.
Done with writing empty letters.
Is there no other way?

Staring at your reflection every day,
Can make or break my heart away
When you won't listen to what's hard for me to say.
Those tear stained eyes can make me feel so sad.
And once again we're further away from what we never had.

So why should I take your hand when you can't promise happy endings?
Just run away with so much left to share.
It's just not enough,
When we're so much more than friends.
We're much too young to throw away our cares.

There's no sense in regretting what's been said in our yesterdays.
We can't take back what's done,
But we can look ahead.
And I would walk so much further just to know what I'm doing here.
And there's no end to what I'd give to know just what you meant when you said,
"How can I feel alive when we can't help but break our backs just to survive?"
Is this another time we can't control our lives?

Those tear stained eyes can make me feel so sad.
And once again we're further away from what we never had.

So why should I take your hand when you can't promise happy endings?
Just run away with so much left to share.
It's just not enough,
When we're so much more than friends.
We're much too young to throw away our cares.

How can I feel alive when we can't help but break our backs just to survive?
Is this another time we can't control our lives?

Those tear stained eyes can make me feel so sad.
And once again we're further away from what we never had.

So why should I take your hand when you can't promise happy endings?
Just run away with so much left to share.
It's just not enough,
When we're so much more than friends.
We're much too young to throw away our cares.

- Amber Pacific, Thoughts Before Me


hell yeah.

If being to you close
means you won't to me be talking,
I do believe I choose
wrong; I just might start walking.

- moi-même, Talk to Me or Walk from Me


I say second-best can go screw itself. It's all or nothing for me. Nothing should come easy, I've learned that much. Nothing but death.

"They just don't and won't get it."
"Just STFU, alright? I'm tired of your views."
"The truth is the ugliest thing known to man."
"I told you once already. STFU. Truth or not, I won't believe it."
"If you won't listen to me, then go see for yourself."

...

"...why does it have to be like this...?"
"Why not?"
"...I'll show you. No, she'll show you."

...

"...you know, you're right."
"See? Now learn to settle for less."
"I don't want to. We, you and i, shouldn't have to."
"Well, it won't be 'less' if we just lowered our expectations."
"The ones no one knows about?"
"The ones we never shared."
"Right, those."
"It's that, or let Him give us what He will."
"But He's obviously forgotten to care for us. How can He be here if we're here alone?"
"Well, He says He's everywhere."
"Then why do His Legs stray from our side, His Hands from our shoulder?"
"His legs are feeble and human, as are His hands."
"If He's who He says He is, He should be able to overcome the weakness of His own Body."
"He is who He says He is. His Body is another story. It's only human."
"We're only human. I guess we're all doomed to a life void of the capability to love one another... From what I've seen anyway..."
"Maybe we've been looking in all the wrong places."
"Or the right places are still under construction."
"Damn. Or that. So what'll we do?"
"I guess if no one knows our thoughts, we could just tell 'em all."
"But only the ones who ask should receive, only those who seek should find, only those who knock should have the door opened."
"I doubt many of them would even care to try and figure us out."
"Then many of them won't figure us out. What's it to you?"
"I mean we're not even that complex, are we?"
"Hardly. We're quite simple really. We want what anyone wants."
"And what is that? I'm not quite sure myself."
"To be cared for. To be cheered when we're down. To be paid attention to. To be cherished and embraced. To be treasured and sought after."
"But what if they don't give us what we want? Do we drop 'em for ones who will?"
"That's a bit harsh... and foolish. We could wait around to see what happens."
"Or we could put the ones with prospect in the 'Maybe-Pile' until they get us."
"Well, I hope this won't come to that, but it might... That'll be too bad, so very sad."
"But the ones we drop will be just another drop in the ocean right?"
"Yeah... Yeah. Just another drop of salt water."
"... what is that... falling?"
"Nothing. Well, just another drop of salt water."
"Aww don't worry. Things'll get better for you and I, I'm sure. He's got a kindred spirit for us out there somewhere, other than each other I mean. Other than myself for me, and yourself for you. We're two of a kind. Things'll get better, this I promise you."
"And if things don't?"
"Then we'll die. Just you and I. Together and alone in these fragile bones."

EDIT:
All-Purpose Emo. APE.

...
I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
...

- Death Cab For Cutie, part of Marching Bands of Manhattan


If there's one thing I know I love, it's music.

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