Friday, April 25, 2008

Nobody's happy while feeling alone

"Where am I today? I wish that I knew
'Cause looking around there's no sign of you
I don't remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this short of a love that we once knew
I'm calling this home when it's not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed

Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

We get distracted by dreams of our own
But nobody's happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung, to shad fists at the sky
While others have excuses, I have my reasons why

With so much deception it's hard not to wander away
It's hard not to wander away
It's hard not to wander away"

- "Reasons Why", Nickel Creek

To quote Tavius quoting Jimmy....

"...and though times such clumsy time, in deciding if it's time.
I'm careful but not sure how it goes.
You can loose yourself in your courage.
The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself be happy now then when?"
If not now when?

When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear them last in the night?"

- "For Me This Is Heaven", Jimmy Eat World

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time, then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
If I could hear his heart softly pounding.
Yes and only if he was lying by me,
Would I lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
If I could hear his heart softly pounding.
Yes and only if he was lying by me,
Would I lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in that silver singing river,
There is beauty in that sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
If I could hear his heart softly pounding.
Yes and only if he was lying by me,
Would I lie in my bed once again.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Growing pains

Growing hurts.
Tendons stretching, ligaments lengthening, muscles stretching.
All to become bigger, stronger, better.
But why does it have to be so painful?
Is it so you can revel in relief once the pain has stopped?
Why does change hurt so much?