I haven't exactly been on the top of my game, but that is largely because this is boring me just as much as it's boring you! Or maybe it's just boring me, since I know there is no "you" out there reading this.
I hate not being in love with something; I can fall in love with a song and the stars and the sun and green and twigs and absolutely everything, but it's very little in the blank face of the fact that I go home and as soon as the sun goes down and the ceiling covers the stars and I'm away from my ferny friends I'm completely alone.
Though I did listen to Andrew Bird's & The Mysterious Production of Eggs, I am mostly just looking forward to hanging out with a friend and not really in the mood for writing about another album.
Little Joy - "Unattainable"
Only when the goal is unattainable
do I start to feel like I'm losing myself
and this deep secret
that hasn't come out yet
is buried down deep with the rest
I can't coerce you into this one
Jealousy lay all your spells to bed
I'll choose unloved instead
If only songs were sung
to guide the doubtful ones
beyond the rough
where not as much is good enough
Oh, if you find yourself
amongst the lonely ones
I'll be waiting here with open arms
I can't coerce you into this one
Jealousy lay all your spells to bed
I'll choose unloved instead
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