Monday, June 23, 2008
'Tis the season for people to pack up and leave the country.
In a mere span of a few weeks, I'll be losing a boyfriend and two friends to the clutches of foreign countries. I feel the loneliness setting in.
Perhaps we've got it all wrong. Perhaps people don't hate change so much as change hates people. When life seems to be going well, Change comes into the picture and screws with things because well, maybe nothing in life should be easy. Maybe Change is like the Happiness Police.
I like the idea of living somewhere else too. But sometimes I think I've become too comfortable being here, that it's just simpler to leave things as they are instead of mixing it up. Right now, I'm fine where I am.
Someday, maybe someday.
.....
Hanging on
Here until I'm gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
I watched you come and go
How was I to know
You'd steal the show
One day I'll have enough to gamble
I'll wait to hear your final call
And bet it all
Hanging on
Here until I'm gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
Passed this time alone
Somewhere so unknown
It heals the soul
You ask for walls I'll build them higher
We'll lie in shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much too tall
And I fall
February stars
Floating in the dark
Temporary scars
February stars
Listen/Download: February Stars - Foo Fighters