Sunday, March 4, 2012

"How terrible it is to love something that Death can touch." -Albus Dumbledore


"Cough Syrup"
Young The Giant

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum
Oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm coming up now coming up, now out of the blue
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart
Oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

And so I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control 

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now

So I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now


With a week where this song is its soundtrack, I've had better. Every time I feel I'm figuring out just what I want to strive after...I'm thrown into a circle of conflicting logic. One goal rises above the rest, but I can't lie and say the prospect of working towards it isn't daunting. I'm starting to think this lost feeling is a permanent one. I'm giving more credit to the idea that love doesn't just make everything better. It's a nice buffer, but it can't really conquer all, can it? How I convinced myself it was ever that easy, I've no idea. Naive as ever, I suppose. Somehow, I think I've just proven myself unworthy of its grace - I should really set my heart on something else, but it feels out of my control. Can I just sleep, sleep, sleep until all these thoughts, people, and feelings just disappear? Please? How about it?

So much for studying.

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