(my) garden of rationale.

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I can be useful, sometimes.

This is good.
But as far as I can tell,
it’s still heavy as hell when it’s good.
And I do like the road,
but I’d be better at home.

Bright Eyes | Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology.
I didn’t want to tell you this
No, it’s just some guy she’s been hanging out with;
I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess.
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start
Hear the casket close
Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more
Seems artificial, like a T.V. set

Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied
You offer only one reply
You know not what you do
But you tear and tear your hair from roots
Of that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die.
Well ha ha ha.

I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you

You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you’d take care of me
You’d always be there,
well, where are you now?

Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized
But left to hang like yarn and twine
Dangling before my eyes
As you tear and tear your hair from roots
Of that same head you have twice removed now
A lock of hair you said would prove
Our love would never die

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight would now be satisfied
I’m gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am

But I talk in my mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear

Except we keep coming back
To this meaning that I lack
He says the choices were given
Now you must live them
Or just not live
But do you want that?

(Source: connieluu)

daemonia-filia:

This time it’s your fucking fault.

(Source: keepyoumineforever)