Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I sit and I press play,
always on shuffle to keep the experience fresh.
A slow sad song called shivers and crickets plays
and nearly brings me to tears,
for I recall hearing it live,
two days after you left,
in a dark theatre
with no one next to me
to hold my hand.
Not so much a quiet desperation,
but a private confessional about
how the confliction of lasting emotions
can bring things sad and distressing.
Then, the next song plays
Lies And Release From Silence,
a melodic hardcore (punk) song that makes
me feel like a million dollars in that
freeing sense where you feel like you could
easily fly out your window and feel the cold air
brush around you in a state where nothing pulls you down,
and nothing makes you want to cry softly asleep.
I wait for the next track,
That First Time I Met Her And She Hugged Me,
and smile because there will always be that moment.
That first time I met her and she hugged me.
Welcome back to reality, girl.
always on shuffle to keep the experience fresh.
A slow sad song called shivers and crickets plays
and nearly brings me to tears,
for I recall hearing it live,
two days after you left,
in a dark theatre
with no one next to me
to hold my hand.
Not so much a quiet desperation,
but a private confessional about
how the confliction of lasting emotions
can bring things sad and distressing.
Then, the next song plays
Lies And Release From Silence,
a melodic hardcore (punk) song that makes
me feel like a million dollars in that
freeing sense where you feel like you could
easily fly out your window and feel the cold air
brush around you in a state where nothing pulls you down,
and nothing makes you want to cry softly asleep.
I wait for the next track,
That First Time I Met Her And She Hugged Me,
and smile because there will always be that moment.
That first time I met her and she hugged me.
Welcome back to reality, girl.
