Weeds & Roses (made March 8th, 2014, around 9 PM, listening to Vampire Weekend’s album “Contra”)
I’m remember this time
And think about how I remembered it
And how I’ll remember the time ahead of me
How much time is ahead of me?
Images replay in my head so vividly
I like to set them on shuffle
My head doesn’t sometimes, though
So it plays a bad memory it won’t let me skip over
For days
And days
And days
Until I wonder if that bad memory is all that my mind will say
CHORUS
Weeds & roses,
Tangled together in my head,
Unholy but wed
Weeds & roses,
Tangled together in my head,
For my trembling hands to untangle,
“Your past does not define you,” they said.
There’s this movie playing right in front of my eyes,
And I can feel it on my skin,
The projector’s right behind my heart,
And I can feel its light burning
through parts,
And parts,
And parts,
Until I can’t feel anything about the image I see.
CHORUS
Weeds & roses,
Tangled together in my head,
Unholy but wed
Weeds & roses,
Tangled together in my head,
For my trembling hands to untangle,
“Your past does not define you,” they said.
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