A million things to do and
2 millions ways to procrastinate.
All the while I miss you,
And you know I’m always late.
Mariah says I’ve gotta shake you off,
Paul of “Yesterday”, I’m sold.
You’re the light and I’m the moth,
But I don’t feel warm, I’m cold.
And tomorrow approaches, it lunges to the dawn,
The chariot comes forth,
tethered to the morning star,
My heart’s broken but the steadfast dew is on the lawn,
And my soul wonders at where I’ve been and where I am.
I want to take pictures of the people driving past,
I’m unsure of how they are or what they dream,
But their faces are each so different, and I want them to last,
I want to remember that everything is not what it seems.
Off on another tangent I go,
Can anyone keep up?
I’m circling and circling slow,
And what I have is not enough.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
A million things to do and
2 millions ways to procrastinate.
All the while I miss you,
And you know I’m always late.
Mariah says I’ve gotta shake you off,
Paul of “Yesterday”, I’m sold.
You’re the light and I’m the moth,
But I don’t feel warm, I’m cold.
And tomorrow approaches, it lunges to the dawn,
The chariot comes forth,
tethered to the morning star,
My heart’s broken but the steadfast dew is on the lawn,
And my soul wonders at where I’ve been and where I am.
I want to take pictures of the people driving past,
I’m unsure of how they are or what they dream,
But their faces are each so different, and I want them to last,
I want to remember that everything is not what it seems.
Off on another tangent I go,
Can anyone keep up?
I’m circling and circling slow,
And what I have is not enough.
07.12.09