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Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 6, 2023 16:41:56 GMT -5
Wilco--Sky Blue Sky
I trust no emotion I believe in locomotion But I've turned to rust as we've discussed Though I must have let you down Too many times In the dirt and the dust
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I work hard on these playlists. I feel disrespected by this community. So I make it loud now hundreds of fucking playlists means years of work. ability. strength.
every time i see one of these you share, i'm just like "damn, my playlists are never this curated" lol
To be honest it's one of the few things that have kept me going over some really bad winters and hard summers. A good comparision is
If I die on the way to give you my love Please, protect me from the world Forgive me for what I've done This shit harder than I make it look, what have I become? I ain't never been no open book Money made me numb
[Chorus 1] Money made me numb
Pray for me.
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Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 7, 2023 2:59:43 GMT -5
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Once I took your medication to know what it's like And now I have to act like I can't read your mind I ask you how you're doing and I let you lie But we don't have to talk about it I can walk you home and practice method acting I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning Telling you it's nice to see how good you're doing Even though we know it isn't true
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.