Actually it’s 1:56. But oh well, I’ll put it as 2am. So I can link it to Anna Nalick’s Breathe (2am). When I first heard it, I was thinking, gosh, why’s she still writing music at 2am?! But, I’m rather awake now. As in my mental self is awake, but the mugging brain is somehow sleeping. My effective mugging time is like 12am – 1.15am. Or something. Sigh.
I’m getting emo(tional) listening to nice sad love songs!
Sigh.
Haha, oh well. I’m afraid to love, but yet I still want to love and be loved. I don’t like sad ironies like that.
Oh well.
“Breathe (2 AM)”
2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
“Just a day” he said down to the flask in his fist,
“Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.”
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I’ll just sing about it.
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
Haha! “Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to” I think it’s so amazing how songwriters can connect with people through the words, or the music they write. And singers add their own touch to it. ❤ Pretty.
I like this song more though.
“Citadel”
I’m sittin’ on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
I’m walking on clouds
Of white
What if I fall
What if I don’t
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can’t take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Sittin’ alone
And I’m breakin’ on the balcony
Breakin’ window panes
I’m killing the pain of broken hearts
I’m walkin’ on clouds
I’m walkin’ on stars
What if I fall
What if I don’t
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can’t take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Holdin’ on to something
That’s keepin’me from jumpin’
So afraid to go in alone
Holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
What if I fall
What if I don’t
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can’t take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
The city below the citadel
Holding mine.
<3. I was just thinking about a love I missed. Wondering why I did it. But I still came to the same conclusion…
Pragmatism.
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