2001-08-29 & 10:13 a.m. : 'i can't go with my heart if i can't feel what's in it'
i change my mind.
"summer dress" by the red house painters is not the saddest song in the world.
oh no.
"katy song" by the red house painters is the saddest song in the world.
[nod].
some escape some door to open/ this path seems the blackest but i/ guess it's the soonest/ but there in the clearing i/ know you'll be wearing/ your young aching smile and/ waving your hand/ can't go with my heart when i/ can't feel what's in it i/ thought you'd come over/ but for some reason you didn't/ glass on the pavement under my shoe/ without you is all my life amounts to
a final sleep no/ words from my cutting/ mouth to your ear or/ taut wicked pinches/ from my fingers to your bitter face/ that i can't heal/ i know tomorrow/ you will be/ somewhere in london/ living with someone/ you've got some kind of family/ there to turn to/ and that's more than i could ever give you
a chance for calm/ a hope for freedom/ outlet from my cold solitary kingdom/ by the forest of our spring stay/ where you walked away/ and left a bleeding part of me/ empty and bothered/ watching the water/ quiet in the corner/ numb and falling through/ without you what does my life amount to?
it's unfuckingbelievable that anyone is happy ever, isn't it.
i change my mind.
"summer dress" by the red house painters is not the saddest song in the world.
oh no.
"katy song" by the red house painters is the saddest song in the world.
[nod].
some escape some door to open/ this path seems the blackest but i/ guess it's the soonest/ but there in the clearing i/ know you'll be wearing/ your young aching smile and/ waving your hand/ can't go with my heart when i/ can't feel what's in it i/ thought you'd come over/ but for some reason you didn't/ glass on the pavement under my shoe/ without you is all my life amounts to
a final sleep no/ words from my cutting/ mouth to your ear or/ taut wicked pinches/ from my fingers to your bitter face/ that i can't heal/ i know tomorrow/ you will be/ somewhere in london/ living with someone/ you've got some kind of family/ there to turn to/ and that's more than i could ever give you
a chance for calm/ a hope for freedom/ outlet from my cold solitary kingdom/ by the forest of our spring stay/ where you walked away/ and left a bleeding part of me/ empty and bothered/ watching the water/ quiet in the corner/ numb and falling through/ without you what does my life amount to?
it's unfuckingbelievable that anyone is happy ever, isn't it.
