Please forgive the emo/angst-y/depressed/whatever-you-call-it mood I'm in.
Plan is to start working on the guitar chords this week (what? yes! Kellye actually wrote something for guitar!).
And I feel like I have to say this to be safe but while it is directed at someone specific, it's not directed at anyone that I know regularly reads this (if you do figure out who it is and feel the need to say something, I won't stop you- but I haven't mentioned it yet so they may not know what you're talking about. but feel free to inflict physical damage if you so choose- again, I won't stop you).
"Before" (tentative title)
Guess you forgot my birthday
Something everyone remembered
Except you
Why you
I know it shouldn't matter
But it sort of, kind of matters
Since you knew
Once you knew
Oh I just wonder
And I try to understand
But I can't find the answer
Something's not there
It was there before
Oh before
All I needed was a phone call
Or a stupid little email
Something small
Anything at all
Maybe that's too much to ask for
From the busy working struggling
To get by
I can't get by
Oh I- I'm crying
But I am silent
'Cause I- I'm empty
And shrinking slowly
Unlike before
Oh before
Why am I so disappointed
And why does it have to hurt
And why can't I just get over it
Why can't I have before
Now all I hear is quiet
With a few real awkward moments
And lots of time
Loss of time
Oh I am shaken
And I- I am disturbed
But I want something
If only I knew how
Bring back before
Oh before
And now well is there anything
Except some brief pretending
Of before
I miss before
I need before
Oh before
In other news....actually, I have none.