the reeling.

by passion pit:

"we dug these holes we crawled into
now they're my home.
now here i cannot feel the wind,
can't feel the rain, (oh no!)
and i believe
in gentle harmony
well how i loathe
all this obscenity-
is this the way my life has got to be?
have i a single opportunity?

look at me
oh look at me
is this the way i'll always be
oh no,
oh no

now i pray
that somebody
will quickly come and kidnap me
oh no,
oh no

everyday
i lie awake
and pray to god today's the day
oh no,
oh no

here i am
oh here i am
oh when will someone understand?
oh no,
oh no

and all at once i feel this,
oh how it clings to me.
it reels and calls me towards it,
confounding destiny.
and i can feel the madness
inch by inch
the more i run
the more i am convinced
a color all these
like the branches glimpse
just like the saddle in the foggy mist."

the last plea.

i thought i was done.
it thought it was over.

i had imagined the last time being that last time,
or perhaps that time before then.

you play like you've never heard it

and you love
like a manipulative beast
that shapes its prey
into enemies,

slush.

with a heart, endlessly defeated-
i ask this-

is this another round of mistakes?
is this a conscious team effort?

will you ever wake up?