I worry, and I stress, I do everything, but i'm a mess. Give me a minute you say, 30 seconds, 60 at best, in between two things, i'll fit you in. I can't say I'll be on time, because frankly, I've lost track of it all.
Things have been beautifully weird lately. I feel like i'm walking the life I already lived once again, I feel like it's a looping circle and I'm starting over, and I must say, I'm pretty excited. I think i'm restarting, I think I'm flying back to two years ago, when I toured Amsterdam for a second time, I think I'm going back to a beautiful time.
I have lost track of some things, and forgotten others, I have been confused and afraid, but more so restrained. I have feared taking a step toward a better day, I have trembled, when I should have stepped.
But that is all laid out in our history, that is all laid out in the moments that we live to learn from. The step that I trembled now stands firm in the ground, and the moments which I regret are built in my mind to be the lessons that I must learn for my future.
As a gentle breeze goes by,
It's a sparkle,
a tingly sparkle,
I can't help but smile.
I know that red is not right,
I know that white might just be,
Perhaps a bit tainted, yellow I'd say,
Oh the metaphors, what can they mean?
I hide myself in twenty sides,
The history of a diamond,
And a page in my book,
two years and three months ago.
Could I ever have the guts to start,
Or will it all end in a smile,
Will it all end in having four quarters,
And not getting a dollar?
The pieces are broken,
but I see no reason to change them,
because in this sick illustration,
They mean the same to me.
So let it be.
But don't forget,
that if you are ever to regret,
It was you who chose these steps,
It was you who stopped trembling,
and moved on.
Here's to you,
and here's to me,
Here's to y'all,
Don't wait on my call.
Things have been beautifully weird lately. I feel like i'm walking the life I already lived once again, I feel like it's a looping circle and I'm starting over, and I must say, I'm pretty excited. I think i'm restarting, I think I'm flying back to two years ago, when I toured Amsterdam for a second time, I think I'm going back to a beautiful time.
I have lost track of some things, and forgotten others, I have been confused and afraid, but more so restrained. I have feared taking a step toward a better day, I have trembled, when I should have stepped.
But that is all laid out in our history, that is all laid out in the moments that we live to learn from. The step that I trembled now stands firm in the ground, and the moments which I regret are built in my mind to be the lessons that I must learn for my future.
As a gentle breeze goes by,
It's a sparkle,
a tingly sparkle,
I can't help but smile.
I know that red is not right,
I know that white might just be,
Perhaps a bit tainted, yellow I'd say,
Oh the metaphors, what can they mean?
I hide myself in twenty sides,
The history of a diamond,
And a page in my book,
two years and three months ago.
Could I ever have the guts to start,
Or will it all end in a smile,
Will it all end in having four quarters,
And not getting a dollar?
The pieces are broken,
but I see no reason to change them,
because in this sick illustration,
They mean the same to me.
So let it be.
But don't forget,
that if you are ever to regret,
It was you who chose these steps,
It was you who stopped trembling,
and moved on.
Here's to you,
and here's to me,
Here's to y'all,
Don't wait on my call.
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