I realized I'm naive to think it's going to stop. That any of us could change. Change is controlled by choice and no one's stepping up. The let down caves in on me. It'll get inside and suffocate me. We're all going to be the same forever. God, I hope not--and god, there's a knot in my chest heavier than all the nots I've ever known.
Wake up think fast, three weeks have passed.
We are changing.
No sleep, no gas, no excuses will pass these lips,
'Cause were shapin' up to be
All you wish you could have been
To write the hits and to turn their heads
And to open eyes (open your eyes)
To a brand new season, a brand new season.
So show me something we haven't heard yet,
But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs wont stick.
But I, I'll sing you something you wont forget
For the first time i know this is now who i am.
Wake up think fast
Three weeks have passed these lips
'Cause we're shapin' up to be
All you wish you could have been
To write the hits and to turn heads, to turn heads
To open eyes (open your eyes)
To a brand new season, a brand new season.
So show me something we haven't heard yet
But I'm not convinced and you heartless songs wont stick.
But I, I'll sing you something you wont forget,
For the first time i know this is now who i am.
You'll see what we mean. You'll notice when we're gone.
So show me something we haven't heard yet
But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs wont stick.
But I, I'll sing you something you wont forget
For the first time I know this is now who I am.
So show me something we haven't heard yet
But im not convinced and your heartless songs wont stick.
But I, I'll sing you something you wont forget
For the first time I know this is now who I am.
Have you ever had a song come up randomly and it just seeps into your heart, moreso than any other of the hundreds of times you've heard it? Where it just hits the chord in your chest and you can't focus on anything else? Where you want to sing it at the top of your lungs and make it sound like fucking angels because you need to do those musicians justice? To stand up on a stage despite your stage fright because everyone needs to hear those words, to feel that bass in their chests the way you have over and over in your bedroom? To make any of it mean something to someone?
I started reading a kickass book tonight. I love it when I recieve proof there are other people in the world who GET IT. I was planning on going to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight. And here it is, 3:45 in the morning.
