Sunday, March 27, 2011

when words fail.


  • Lyrics.


  • They know what we can't even begin to describe using just words.


  • They add the dynamic.


  • They add depth, love, hate, truth, beauty.


  • They add what we can't.


  • The most beautifully written poem in the world has to fight to keep up with beautiful music.


  • Ever had one of those days where every single song you listen to seems to be about your life?


  • Yep, had one of those today, actually. It was quite nice. Every song that came on, I was like, well that's about so-n-so, and that's about whatshisface, and that went on most of the day.


  • I loved it.(:


  • So. Lyrics speaking to me today:

  • Fire engine red that thing was hot.


  • Here's to the past they can kiss my glass, I hope she's happy with him.


  • You pretend that it's just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone. So tell me what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?


  • You just keep takin' me back, takin' me back to where I've already been. When you move on why does it feel like I'm losin' you again?


  • You ain't done nothin' wrong, but you ain't done nothin' right.


  • Twirling through sick lulabies, choking on your alibies, but it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, I'm Mister Brightside.


  • Been there, done that, messed around, I'm havin fun, don't put me down. I'll never let you sweep me off my feet. I won't let you in again.

  • This time baby, I'll be bulletproof.



  • Mmmmkay. Well, I think you somewhat get the picture.


  • When in doubt, put your iPod on shuffle, and hang out in a church.



  • God'll do the rest.

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