They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
--------MODEST MOUSE----->FROM A SOULFUL MOUSER^^*
*During these whirled times*
--------MODEST MOUSE----->FROM A SOULFUL MOUSER^^*
*During these whirled times*
2 comments:
indeed, loud thoughts.
i do like shape-shifters though. as i do this green head-bowed-ness.
Well said.
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