Elvis once said Only Fools Rush In

John Lennon once said he's not the only dreamer

I once said I can't believe everyone goes through this

But we're all right in our own sense

I want to convince you that it's all just crazy

Because maybe, if you can just accept that

You'll just let life go where it wants

You'll stop trying to fight the bull

You don't always need to go positive

Or break-even

All I ever wanted in life is a little bit of love

To take the pain away

I really wish I knew where to start

But I'm at a loss

Frankly, I'm confused and I keep being told

"Tim, don't worry, that's normal,

We all go through that."

But everyone doesn't.

There is the rare story

The beautiful glimpse of an imperfection

That just simply...works

Only Fools Rush In

I don't think Elvis understood

The strength of those words

When he read the lyrics

Which were handed him

In that studio

I wonder if he was filled with euphoria

Or maybe the same exact melancholic pulse

That's replacing my spinal fluid

I don't know

All I can do now is wonder

You left behind random things

That I'll never let you take back

What you left behind will forever be mine

....Let me start over

Only fools rush in

Elvis said it

Jason Pierce said it

I've said it

But yet here I am

Out of breath

Alone and jobless

In my apartment

in the City of New York

Thinking over and over

The actions of the past few months

And I just can't help but notice

All the times I didn't think

I just kept falling

and falling

I will love you until I die,

And I will love you all the time

So please put your sweet hand in mine

And float in space and drift in time

I like to pretend that when my emotions

Are screaming as loud as they can

Whether it be from sorrow

Or glory or passion or whatever

The weather loves to match

It just has to show off and prove it can be the best scenery

Today is no exception

Outside my window is a grey storm

The weather damn well knows there are no more curtains

To cover these windows

And there are definitely no more lamps

To brighten this apartment

So it's going to help me out

To show me there's a sun

A light behind all that mess in the sky

I'm rambling again

And I apologize for that

Maybe I should be honest

Maybe I should be blunt at this time in my life

Where I feel like I have nothing

But what's physically around me

And Hell that isn't much

She took everything

Not physically everything, some things of course were mine

But hey, she took the majority

She was kind enough to leave food

She was kind enough to not take my clothes

But the furniture, besides the mattress,

The kitchen stuff and everything in the common room

All went with her

I do have a pile of books although they were all hers

She had left them because "they'll help through this tough time"

It's always worse when she tells me how it won't be easy

I can't help the rambling

I can't help the ranting

I'm lost

I'm confused

I'm melancholic

I wish I was content

Oh down by the waterfront

There is a young girl

and a pretty similar aged boy

Kissing and Kissing and Kissing

Oh down by the waterfront

There is an old man

and his rusty old cage

Crab-fishing and crab-fishing and watching Lady Godiva

Oh down by the waterfront

There is a young girl

And a pretty similar aged boy

Discussing what is coming

Both their Calendars are clean

Neither have any important dates

But Life at that age

Just seems so busy

There's never enough time

To just keep kissing, kissing and kissing

Holding hands never lasts as long as you'd like

When you're at the ripe old age of being young

It's going to be running in circles in my head for a long time,

I can guarantee for a fact it will be burned into the walls of my mind

I'll burn a frame around the branding

Admire it every time I walk around my memories

The southern comfort in my glass will swirl around

As I think long

As I think hard

"I went wrong and there's no one to blame but myself."

I want a soothing voice

So I can ease the nerves of all the smokers

Who have their lungs filled with cancer

Sleep isn't even on my side anymore

I hate the metaphor of chapters in ones life. I always viewed as episodes on a television, seasons and arcs. Everything gets a bigger budget that way. I just find it a bad sad at who the producers decide to bring back from previous seasons. Make a new character, don't bring back a worthless one. Maybe their was a contract that still needed to be filled. Who knows? I don't.

I want to go to bed.

I want to go on vacation.

I want to be held.

I want someone to tell me I won't die alone.

Read these:

Stranger in a Strange Land

Starship Troopers

Post more laterz lol