a loose bolt of a complete machine

i think the best part of music and lyrics is this:

a) when the notes reach out and tug your heartstrings and you're not sure exactly why the combination of this guitar riff and that cymbal crash make you want to run and dance and cry your eyes out at the same time.

b) when you're not really sure what a lyric means, and you can't grasp it all the way, but somehow it manages to say exactly what you can't.



for example:

imperfect boys with their perfect ploys. nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy. i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now i only waste it dreaming of you. i wanna scream i love you from the top of my lungs. get new passports and get get get get out now. i can't explain a thing. i want everything to change and stay the same. these words are all i have, so i'll write them. change will come, oh change will come. stuck on a little hot mess. dear gravity, you held me down in a starless city. long live the car crash hearts. fix me in 45. me and you, setting in a honeymoon (if i woke up next to you, if i woke up next to you). i'm not going home alone, 'cause i don't do too well on my own. i set my clocks early 'cause i know i'm always late. i'm no good at math and besides, the dollar is down. but there's a light on in chicago, and i know i should be home. i'm addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. tonight i'm writing you a million miles away. i could write it better than you ever felt it.





(since when am i such an emokid? oh wait. hah.)