Young Blood – The Naked and Famous

Young Blood
- The Naked and Famous

We’re only young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can’t help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it’s too late
Can you whisper
Can you whisper
Can you whisper
Can you whisper

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Words and Desperation

Amazing how difficult it is to articulate what’s on your mind when your very heart feels some intangible need for urgency. Your brain ceases formulating coherent words, let alone meaningful sentences. The person you’re trying to communicate with is then on the receiving end of a blathering idiot with puppy-dog eyes pleading desperately for them to read your mind.

Comical.

Perhaps it’s times like these that I should learn to leave well enough alone. Too often I forget that stating something out loud can make people afraid. Fear changes everything. It calls forth walls of doubt and caution which muddies everything. We filter things enough as it is.

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IPv6

We’re going to have to get acquainted.

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Music

I can’t get enough of it. Poetry with music. Stories set to a song. Emotion as a rhythm. All of these things condensed within minutes. Just like poems and colors, everyone has their own interpretation. Their own take and taste.

The order of things don’t always make sense to me. I’d like to think there’s rhyme or reason, but our paths don’t always begin as our own.

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Proposed Sculpture

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Trust

Can you feel it?

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Starting over.

Let’s see if DreamHost eats this one as well.

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