something old

the vibrations of sound are sneaky. in certain combinations, they induce time travel and bouts of paralyzing nostalgia. for each lost moment, a sound accompanies it, buried alongside it in my mind's depth. the subconscious noise of "i miss you" when i want to forget everything about you is only heard over low levels of minor chords. you know the feeling. on another note, there lies fantasy. a wish or a hope nestles itself between the melody and the bass line. it's what's in between that gives life it's fullness. "you" and i are in between. always have been. if our rhythm wasn't so far off, i would be more entitled to think us great composers. instead we are greatness unrealized. misshapen chords. disonant desperate attempts at harmonizing friendship and lust. it's what is between friendship and lust, melody and bass, that brings fullness. this is to let you know that
when the weather changes,
i sing your praises with words and phrases
that only you understand.
when a cool breeze rises,
lyrical surprises
find their disguises
in electronic poetry.

it's over now

don't lie about us.

it was what it was and it's over now.

coulda, woulda, shoulda done this or that.

it was what it was and it's over now.

no such thing as a do-over.

but don't lie about us.

just let it be what it was and let it be over now.

i said i was sorry and i meant every word.

but i'm not sorry now.

you made your choices and i've made mine.

somewhere along the way, we had some good times.

but don't lie about us.

it was what it was.

don't lie about us.

epiphany

it might mean something that all the songs that remind me of you were suggested by someone else.