Life feels like a pair of jeans
that I don’t seem to wear long enough to work them in.
They’re solid, look good, and get me compliments,
but they are not mine.
They are only a dream of waking up one day,
not thinking about the possible futures of when they’ll be comfy,
but with the comfort of knowing I can take on any adventure in them,
and they are always the perfect pair.
Until you know your own mind (Lyric) – The Belladonna Bramble Syndicate
They ask me what I’m thinking,
when they see me staring blind;
I tell them I don’t know,
or can’t explain,
and it all comes out unkind.
It seems I just don’t understand it;
Apparently I should be settling down.
But I see the world creeping death around me,
and I can’t stop…