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…and I found that the world around us is smaller than our inner conflicts. Maybe if I slept more, dreams would entangle themselves like paranoid birds and lock in all of my fears to tackle as a batch when I wake up… I said maybe. When someone that matters makes you feel beautiful then one day they need you and you’re not there, that beyond sucks; it is “the one thing” love and karma asked you to do, the “one thing!” You see, I know I’m going to be okay, I have to be, otherwise this “opportunity” is nothing but an unfortunate circumstance that could lead to my untimely intellectual and emotional death. Therefore and knowing so, I should have been ready to showcase “this thing” that I’m supposed to be good at, comfort, mood-enhancer, understanding and finally, The Right Thing To Say. I failed, became once again entangled in my own web, unable to direct anyone to the nearest exit. Good Intentions and they have taken me all the way to Savannah, bless their hearts! Now I have serious plans of walking the rest of the way home and I don’t need a ride, if you could just come over and help me unpack a few things… I will be as committed and stable as you want to be, just because I want it too. These posts may change, may not get written at all, but this part of me will never change, to be a little more optimistic than most and those nudges are a guarantee. Even with a broken arm.
I’m A Cuckoo
I’m glad to see you
I had a funny dream
And you were wearing funny shoes
You were going to a dance
You were dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember
I’m glad to see you
I’m outside the house
I’m not thinking right today
I’ve got no energy
I’m glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about your day
Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I’m wondering how things could’ve been
I’m happy for you
You’ve made it hard for me
I counted on your company
You are staying with your friends tonight
I’m feeling sorry for myself
I keep taking everything to be a sign
I’m happy for you
But now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled
I’m sitting on my empty bed
I’m on my empty bed
At night the fever grows it’s pounding pounding
I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo
Scary moment, lovin’ every moment
I was high from playing shows
We lost a singer to her clothes
My trouble raised its ugly head
I was revealed
And I was home in bed
I was a kid again
Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world
And protect the wayward child
But I’m a little lost sheep
I need my Bo Peep
You know I need My Shepherd here tonight
Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I’m wondering how things could’ve been
I’d like to see you
But really I should stay away
And let you settle down
I’ve got no claims to your crown
I was the boss of you
And I loved you
You know I loved you
It’s all over now
And I was there for you
When you were lonely
I was there when you were bad
I was there when you were sad
Now it’s my time of need
I’m thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?
I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo -Belle & Sebastian, “Dear Catastrophe Waitress”
