Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

Cause I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...


For some strange reason, this song popped up in my head out of no were. I suppose it's what comes when I try to distract myself from sleeping. Just a little something to make the time go by a little faster. But all the same, it's stuck in my head.

Once again, I've been reminiscing of things that I've done over the past year and whether or not I made the right decisions at the time. I suppose there's no point in regretting the things that I should have done from the start but there's no stopping me in remembering all the little things that made me smile. The things that made me feel like there could be nothing wrong in the world. Little innocent things mind you. They may be little in anothers' eyes and sometimes, little in mine as well. But all the same, how can they be so small when they made me so happy.

20 minutes more. Barely half an hour. Be safe. Always.

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