Plod, plod, plod. Waking up every morning to the same white-washed ceiling, the same aspirations in your head that you hope to achieve ten, fifteen, twenty years from now. God knows whether you will or not, but you can certainly hope.
One thing you can be certain of though, is you’ll never know the circles that life can take you in, round and round and round until you find yourself inextricably tangled.
You’ll never know who to trust, who to believe in, who to love – without getting yourself hurt in the process.
Happiness throws its arms around you suddenly, unexpectedly but at exactly that moment when you need it.
What you think you want and deserve and what you really need can be poles apart… and you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you wake up to find yourself satisfied with less than you’d been hoping for.
You can try and try to save yourself – but in the end, you throw yourself with the consolation that if you don’t do it here and now, you’ll never again have the courage or the opportunity to.
You are always trying to keep it real
I’m in love with how you feel
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
- “Anyone Else But You” – The Moldy Peaches
