Sing The Blues
I've got Switchfoot reverberating in my head. Well maybe not reverberating, just playing on a loop. The lead singer has a gorgeous voice - deep and mellow and slightly husky. Delicious. I wish I could sing like that. (Well not exactly like that - I'd scare everyone, including myself. But I wish I could sing better than I currently do.) I wake up and go to sleep with the songs in my head.
Is this the new year or just another night
Is this the new fear or just another fright
Is this a new tear or just another desperation
Is this the finger or just another fist
Is this the kingdom or just a hit and miss
I miss direction most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom
Is this what you call pain
Is this what they call discontented fame
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
For broken hearts and broken noses in the back
Is this the new year or just another desperation
You push until you're shoving
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
- From Switchfoot's 'The Blues'
Sigh. I hate to admit it but... I do miss you still. A little bit. I miss you talking me to sleep every night. I miss hearing your voice on the phone... your warm velvet voice reaching out like a caress to wrap me in layers of soft slumber and tuck me in under the blankets. I miss falling asleep, sometimes with the phone still in my hand, to that last softly breathed, "Goodnight, sleep tight, I'll see you tomorrow" and knowing that you'll be there the next day waiting to enfold me in a warm hug. I miss that certainty. I miss that. Darn... I'm tearing. And I thought I was past this. Deep breath... Whooooo. I will not do this. I will NOT. I can be stronger than this, I have to be, I'm so much better than you deserve (your words), I'm okay. I don't even know if you read any of this. Or if you still think of me. I'm trying not to think of you. You've taken enough already.
Ow. Looks like I still have a long way to go.
Is this the new year or just another night
Is this the new fear or just another fright
Is this a new tear or just another desperation
Is this the finger or just another fist
Is this the kingdom or just a hit and miss
I miss direction most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom
Is this what you call pain
Is this what they call discontented fame
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
For broken hearts and broken noses in the back
Is this the new year or just another desperation
You push until you're shoving
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay
It'll be a day like this one when the world caves in
When the world caves in
- From Switchfoot's 'The Blues'
Sigh. I hate to admit it but... I do miss you still. A little bit. I miss you talking me to sleep every night. I miss hearing your voice on the phone... your warm velvet voice reaching out like a caress to wrap me in layers of soft slumber and tuck me in under the blankets. I miss falling asleep, sometimes with the phone still in my hand, to that last softly breathed, "Goodnight, sleep tight, I'll see you tomorrow" and knowing that you'll be there the next day waiting to enfold me in a warm hug. I miss that certainty. I miss that. Darn... I'm tearing. And I thought I was past this. Deep breath... Whooooo. I will not do this. I will NOT. I can be stronger than this, I have to be, I'm so much better than you deserve (your words), I'm okay. I don't even know if you read any of this. Or if you still think of me. I'm trying not to think of you. You've taken enough already.
Ow. Looks like I still have a long way to go.
posted by Blue_belle @ 11:14 PM
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