Saw this and shot its photo. Because there’s always reason to hope.

This is my new favorite chorus of music! So fun to YELL. :))

I’m at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone, baby it’s all wrong

Where are the plans we made for two?

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

And all those fairy tales are full of shit

One more fucking love song I’ll be sick

I don’t wanna live that way

Reading into every word you say

You said that you would let it go

And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

I still think about it: about when I last saw you, and all the million things I wish I was able to say. 

In my mind’s version of that memory, you’re smiling. You’re happy. And I wish that was something Real. That it was something True.

Listen to this!

Since Ben introduced OrtoPilot to me, I’ve loved his work. Here’s his cover of an Oasis song I didn’t really care for. Now he made the song wrench my heart in ways I forgot it could feel ever since way back when.

Listen!

♫♪ Should I wait for you, my substitute for love?♪

And now, I find, I’ve changed my mind.

I’m learning this lately: today as I walked to the train, fumbling through pockets for where I placed my ticket, my wallet and my keys, the things we can’t see whisper to us. 

It’s like the wishes we withhold within, waiting. How sometimes missing out on the smallest, smallest things we want for ourselves - those new shoes, that raise, the fancy TV you chance on the stall in the mall, the suit to wear to work, the hug from that friend when you’re confused, the attention of the adorable person who caught your eye for weeks - not having them can be a pain you don’t have words for.

They are small to the world’s vast problems. They remain small, yet ever so near the things that shed light. Things like hope. 

They leave shadows that loom large in your life’s list of ghosts that haunt.

Tonight, I learned sometimes, all we need to hear is how much somebody regrets being reckless and careless with you. It doesn’t fix anything, except maybe the bruises on your self-esteem. And that’s enough.

You know who you are.

[And no, after all you did? I’m still not going back. I deserve better.]

The song stuck in my head. I want to blame the Gears of War 3 trailer…but no.

♫♪Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore


Sing to me
Sing to me
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore


Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go

♪