Wednesday, January 14, 2004
waste
posted by forrestrose @ 6:57 AM

if there's music in my veins
then I haven't bled enough
and I have fallen out of touch
I am a waste of all this potential
I never really understood
the concept of an artist
but I wanted so to be one
now I know I haven't got it

and I remember sitting on the windowsill
and standing in the backyard
of a place that once was beautiful
and unscathed by who we really are
and singing to the emptiness
just waiting for an audience
dripping out all I'd been fed
with nothing purely from my head
(wasted effort one more time)
and I had nothing to hide
and I always felt so talented
(I'll try next time, I'll try)
but now it's all been wasted

6/19/04

in reflection:

* lines I like
lines I hate


* if there's music in my veins
* then I haven't bled enough
and I have fallen out of touch
I am a waste of all this potential
I never really understood
the concept of an artist
but I wanted so to be one
now I know I haven't got it

* and I remember sitting on the windowsill
* and standing in the backyard
* of a place that once was beautiful
* and unscathed by who we really are
* and singing to the emptiness
just waiting for an audience
* dripping out all I'd been fed
* with nothing purely from my head
* (wasted effort one more time)
and I had nothing to hide
and I always felt so talented
* (I'll try next time, I'll try)
* but now it's all been wasted


I really would like to rewrite this. it doesn't hold together very well as a song though :(



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