Something needs to slow down. I don’t know what, but something. Probably my own head.
“We’ll correct collegiate mistakes,
A shower of formal ideals,
As they drowned we could hear them screaming,
‘Oh what a tragic way to see our final days.’
I attempt to talk up the town,
‘The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century Towers and in
comfortable cars in motion.'”
So. Tired. Today was a good example. Everyone running around, questions in hand, and I literally cannot string two coherent words together. It’s like my limbs feel too long and awkward, and I woke up with a reach I had no idea how to control. Fumbling, I’m five to five hundred steps behind everyone, and I’m furious for failing at what exactly I cannot say.
I have to believe that it’s all this way for a reason, that I got here by aid of something more tangible than chance. But lying awake, alone for miles, how is that any comfort when I feel like a sympathy case, or worse a coward?
Although, I could make one hell of a sad mix CD back in the day. Surely, that counts for something.
“And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain:
‘You’re just like the rest. Your restlessness
makes you lazy.’
Keeping busy is just wasting time
And I’ve wasted what little he gave me.
I know the conscious choice was
To clean the slate of former years,
When I sang softly in your ear
And tied these arms around you.”
~20th Century Towers
Death Cab for Cutie, The Stability EP