Lying in bed after a great Saturday and a brief hurtful second, and I hear words and lyrics, and I can’t sleep. The words I want to say are not my own–they are his actually, and they are a handful of lines from songs I haven’t heard in years but come back. So I’ll get them off my chest so I can sleep tonight and put on a smile tomorrow.
‘I don’t feel like there’s much point of saying anything if it won’t do any good. I’d rather keep it to myself if it won’t change anything.’
‘Can’t take back things already gone but I could give you promises for keeps’-Jack Johnson, ‘What You Thought You Need’
‘Do you know that I could never leave you? And you know I could never beat you? In a fight, I could never fight you, nevermind, I will not forget you’-Breaking Benjamin, ‘Forever’
‘Waiting on the day, when my thoughts are my own. When this house is my home, and plans are made. When you’ll be there for me baby, when you’ll love me all the way. When you’ll take my side in every little fire fight. When you’ll hang your things and stay’-John Mayer, ‘Waiting on the Day’