Posted on Feb 12, 2008
What a strange way to
I love that about music.
It's a great feeling, even if that point in my life was negative.
[When I can't find the words to quite explain it, I don't worry, because someone else already has.]
This one has been running through my mind a lot lately,
And even though it reminds me of how things were,
I feel like I do need to be reminded of it in a small way.
Perhaps it's one of those "for future reference" type scenarios.
Well, regardless, I thought I'd share the song.
Baby, this one's for you... :)
The Artist by The Hush Sound
I know that you're an artist,
but you're the hardest one to deal with.
Everything that you conceal
is revealed on your canvas.
You find all of your ugly meanings
in all of the things I find beautiful.
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you.
You painted me in pastel,
colors that don't tell of any boldness.
That's the way you'd love to see me:
so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.
Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn't worth it.
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