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
