“What would we be without wishful thinking?”

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Wilco asks…

I had some time last night, I wasted by staring then him and the moment were both gone. Feeling more like Sloan than Ferris, we begged each other for nothing, please have patience and aren’t we worth it? No, I’m tapped out of patience and there is a possibility that this fluke isn’t worth even us, stubborn. Too much of what’s at stake comes wrapped neatly, the loveless relationship AND the beautiful kids. How exhausting it is to love and lose these days? You know, with the internet and the lower standards… there are excuses and reasoning for everything we do and a million possibilities as to why others feel the way they do. You may be right, I could sympathize until I become human but never will I feel the way you do. “Ditto, ya fuck!” How come people do not embrace their tears? We fight so hard not to be seen crying, very few let them roll anymore, it would seem a bit melodramatic, don’t you think? It’s because people have no time for each other, there’s always somewhere else we need to go, someone else more important than you and definitely, some other sadness more pertinent than the one with the salty tears rolling down their face.

They say you’re only sad and lonely
And no one is impressed…

I tell you what we would be… without hope and imagination? Paper walls, we would be simple partitions between those that will eventually take the chance.

Amaizing

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
I scratch at your waist line… your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

(Chorus)
Can you pretend I’m amazing?
I can pretend I’m amazing…
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can you pretend I’m amazing
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apologize
You see you’re my only know how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you
You see I’ve made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?
(Chorus) -Blue October, “History For Sale”

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