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13 October 2008

I stand corrected.

a few people read my blog.


Sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs i know i can't breath
And hope someone will save me this time
Your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
That god never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying

And sometimes when you're on you're really f***ing on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems f***ing cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absense
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
and you'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be be better and you'll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend
You'll be awake and you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
You'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest you'll be brave
You'll be handsome you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them...


Rilo Kiley "better son or daughter"


If you can like that song in the good times and the bad
when you're on top of the world, or at the very bottom
of a bottomless pit,
Then you understand.

What is so wrong with what i want?
And what is the purpose of dreams
if they were never meant to happen?


on a less depressive note:


1 comments:

Megan said...

I Love Amy-Girl!