Inconsequential Butterfly
The autumn chill always makes me nostalgic. Am listening to Third Eye Blind today."If you ever find a way to forgive me
And if you ever find a way to put this all to rest
Because I'm hanging on your dress now like a little boy
And all that you wanted
And all that you wanted
Was a good man
Alright
Right in the middle of another big fight
Pull back another one tonight
I'll never forget, but who protects the memories
When we bleed each other from the vein
And if you ever find a way to make this interesting
If I ever find a way to stop disintegrating
Into pieces that I was that you destroy
And all that you wanted
And all that you wanted
Was a good man
Alright
Right in the middle of another big fight
Go to bed, it's getting light out
Why do you, why do you, why do you
Always stop me on places when I'm coming down
How do you do it when I'm overwhelmed by a violet sky?
We fly in a decaying orbit, 66,000 miles an hour goes by
When we kissed and only now do I feel your mouth
Like an ache you never knew
And it was right in front of you
Oh how do you do it?
Roots in the soil untangle
Releasing your sweet summer warmth,
But still I recoil like mace
And all the little moments
I pushed you away that I can't erase
Every moment overflows with power,
66,000 miles an hour
And if you ever find a way to forgive me
And if you ever find a way to put this all to rest
Cos I'm hanging on your dress now like a little boy
And all that you wanted
And all that you wanted
Was a good man
Alright
And all that you wanted
And all that you wanted
Was a good man
Was a good man, good man
Was a good man, good manWas a good man, (was a good man) good man
Was a good man, (was a good man) good man"Third Eye Blind ~ Good Man
I probably shouldn't be thinking about him at all. It's all said and done.
Over.
Yet I hear this song and pieces of it jump out and catch hold of me. Nothing would change. I can't respond to that email. There is no point.
posted by Enigmatic Butterfly @ 12:21 pm
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