People, all around, can be so cynical, always looking for the worst in you. I feel lost at times, so lost, that I can't find myself, even in a mirror's reflection.
The world says, Welcome Aboard, on this Ship of Misery.
Tragedies, one by one, will come knocking on your door.
I don't want to go there, I don't want to.
However, I can't stay in this sane state for long, either.
So I'm stuck in this Limbo.
I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere. Perplexed are my intentions in here, in this room.
Where I sit all alone.
Wanting to be found at times, and at times, feeling content with being lost. It's funny how one can feel lonely in this crowd, It's even funnier how one can befriend loneliness.
Forever I am like this. Lost and found from time to time. I've seen so much, crashed and burned. These wounds just keep getting deeper. They keep making me colder. I loved the way things were, I loved the way I were! I believe I am still the same, just a lot more different now.
I love the band Death Cab For Cutie for the metaphors that they use in their lyrics and the way they write about the small things, little moments that affect us more than anything that is big and obvious. Hence, I love writing about their songs, spreading the word around, letting all know how wonderful music and lyrics can be. This particular song Photobooth has one of the best lyrics I have come across. Of course, there are a lot better songs, but then, the one that touches you at the right time, becomes dear to you, doesn't it?
I remember when the days were long,
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
Still from A Lot Like Love
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending..
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home,
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
As the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on.
