I am finally saying good night. If you love something you give it away. I am feeling free. It is lonely and I am kind of scared. I know I'll never be alone. I'll never fall so hard that I cannot get back up. I jump at new opportunities. I check my intentions. I keep myself honest. I allow the lump in my throat. I can't fight it anymore. I embrace the clarity of painful realizations. I accept the finite nature of destiny. I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired, embrace when I feel love and cry when I'm sad. I can no longer call the shots. Shit, I don't want to anymore. I'll give up my will to one who knows better. I breathe you in and breathe out my fears. I walk forward step by step and day by day: sometimes quickly sometimes slowly... always forward.
when the world has turned
paralyzed and wrong
cold blooded claws
never offered anything at all
past the point of love
shattered and untied
waiting to pick up the pieces
that make it all alright
but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
doesn't matter any more
moonlight on my floor
shining through the roof
they got the city surrounded
as if I needed proof
i forgot my fear
feelings on the rise
burying all of the pieces
falling from the sky
but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
we used to call home
pieces of what
we used to call home
when i drank your tea
and shallow water still
at the belgian gates
i waited for my meal
-MGMT
paralyzed and wrong
cold blooded claws
never offered anything at all
past the point of love
shattered and untied
waiting to pick up the pieces
that make it all alright
but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
doesn't matter any more
moonlight on my floor
shining through the roof
they got the city surrounded
as if I needed proof
i forgot my fear
feelings on the rise
burying all of the pieces
falling from the sky
but pieces of what
pieces of what
pieces of what
we used to call home
pieces of what
we used to call home
when i drank your tea
and shallow water still
at the belgian gates
i waited for my meal
-MGMT

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