Dunno Dunno
Nothing Better - Postal Service
Spring is here.
All the flowersss and pretty skies.
But idk.
Something feels off.
I mean I get really happy but then...Just...Feel like I'm choking.
I wish I could save him.
I wish I could be a savior.
I can't save anyone.
Not him.
Not you.
Not her.
Not even me.
I've changed.
But also, as always, I was wrong about you.
I'm blossoming into someone new. What a gay way to put it.
I said you were blossoming, but no, no, you're withering away.
I progressed.
You regressed.
Nothing but a shadow of your former self.
Its times like these, the warm weather and flowers. That make me think of you.
And last summer, how happy I was. How happy everyone was.
I feel that I've waited for you for too long. Everyone's ran off. And here I am racing to catch up. Yet, still, occasionally looking back, at where you sit. Growing fat and lazy.
I don't think I changed because of what happened. I changed because I looked back at what I had been, and was disgusted. I wanted to change, I desperately needed it. But in that sense I lost some of myself. I'm uncertain, scared, and lost now.
You disgust me.
I'm scared because of you.
I'm scared of YOU.
Of what you've become, of what you're turning into so quickly.
Wish you could look, into a mirror.
See yourself through my eyes.
Its too late, too late.
The fire's consumed you.
Addictions are all you know.
Left the book open much too long, now its molding and becoming unreadable.
Have fun with your fake life, fake relationships, and fake happiness.
I'll find my real life, real friends and lovers, and real happiness.
Don't force what come's so naturally.
Nothing Better - Postal Service
Spring is here.
All the flowersss and pretty skies.
But idk.
Something feels off.
I mean I get really happy but then...Just...Feel like I'm choking.
I wish I could save him.
I wish I could be a savior.
I can't save anyone.
Not him.
Not you.
Not her.
Not even me.
I've changed.
But also, as always, I was wrong about you.
I'm blossoming into someone new. What a gay way to put it.
I said you were blossoming, but no, no, you're withering away.
I progressed.
You regressed.
Nothing but a shadow of your former self.
Its times like these, the warm weather and flowers. That make me think of you.
And last summer, how happy I was. How happy everyone was.
I feel that I've waited for you for too long. Everyone's ran off. And here I am racing to catch up. Yet, still, occasionally looking back, at where you sit. Growing fat and lazy.
I don't think I changed because of what happened. I changed because I looked back at what I had been, and was disgusted. I wanted to change, I desperately needed it. But in that sense I lost some of myself. I'm uncertain, scared, and lost now.
You disgust me.
I'm scared because of you.
I'm scared of YOU.
Of what you've become, of what you're turning into so quickly.
Wish you could look, into a mirror.
See yourself through my eyes.
Its too late, too late.
The fire's consumed you.
Addictions are all you know.
Left the book open much too long, now its molding and becoming unreadable.
Have fun with your fake life, fake relationships, and fake happiness.
I'll find my real life, real friends and lovers, and real happiness.
Don't force what come's so naturally.
