Something Caught On My Mind

I know, how unoriginal of me to post song lyrics as a blog post.
Sometimes I think the best way to express my self is through other people's words
and this pretty much sums up how I feel all the time.
I'm terrified to grow up and lose the things that are closest to me. Worst of all I am afraid to turn around and think about the past. I want to stay here forever. I don't want pleasant memories, I want pleasant eternities. Even memories fade and it already sickens me to lose the fondness of youth. When I grow up, I don't want to be anything at all.

I recall once on the church steps when I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention to each sweet and stuttered breath.
I should have stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference,
Between attraction and connection.

I can see all of my friends and I
Breaking into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer.
We'd throw our bottles from the roof tops
And this city, it looked endless.
Guess is till don't see the difference
Between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.

And I remember in a basement
Sharing sweat with all these stranger boys and girls
"We'll change the world!" we sang
"We'll change the world!"
But nothing seems to change
And they still don't seem to listen
But I still see much more power in that basement
Than in heartless politicians.

And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangles by regret,
Just let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths.
And have them lay us in a basement,
Throwing bottles on the ground and say
We never knew the difference
Between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces.
Remember not our rusted parts.
It's not the petty imperfections that define us
But the way we hold our hearts
And the way we hold our heads.
I hope they write your name beside mine on my gravestone
When I'm dead.

And when we are dead,
Let our voices carry on
To find a better song
And sing along.

-Nine by La Dispute

One Room

There are four walls
And one child.
There used to be two but one has flown, the whereabouts never completely known.
The child wanders aimlessly,
confined within a cube.
Searching for the exit, looking for the truth.
But something has grabbed on her, slammed her to the floor,
cracked her beating heart and left her for the poor,
poor father who is now so all alone.
But he understands the absence reflects the silent phone.
"Please, come home."