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Opened Eyes

I open the door
And see the light has gone away
And I beg him for more
But it’s the room I’m trying to sway
He don’t live there no more
At least not for me
And I’ve flown up through the floor
So now I can see

I see the sun
It’s burning just right
And I know that you
Won’t bring us the night
So listen to me
And then you can see
That I can’t see you
And you never saw me

It took me so long
To put the final piece in place
I knew it was wrong
But I held on just in case
Maybe you’d show yourself
And set the world anew
My faith was a string
And I was slipping from the dew

Then I saw the sun
And it was burning just right
Then I knew that you
Wouldn’t bring us the night
So listen to me
And then you can see
That I can’t see you
And you never saw me

I used to be haunted
By the thoughts they gave to me
So I broke the chains
And let my mind just wander, free

You’ve still got Billy Joel.
But I don’t mind actually. It’s a different feeling now, remembering.
Keep him, though you’re not doing anything really. But know, you can keep him. :)

If you happen to be reading, know these words are just for you.
Though born from a bottle, they still ring very true.
I guess it’s been made clear that we are going to stay through.
You’ve had your lack of words, yet neglect to give my due.

They say the times they are a changin’, and for me it seems they’re right.
But I’ll be damned if I’m gone let you walk away from me tonight.

She’s so tired, she closes her eyes. Trying to live up to the standards that the world provides.

And as this current moves slow for me, this much you must know- we’ll meet again. And El, I’ll have you know I’m scared to death.

Okay, so I’ve been known to talk some shit about Justin Beiber. (is that even how you spell it?) But as of late, I’ve found some respect for the teen sensation. His music is, though not exactly thought provoking, rather catchy, and the dude can wail, along with other various talents.

So, though I’m not pissed at his existence anymore, I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a fan by any means. And I’m still irked at his fan basis and how they see him in comparison to other musicians. Musicians that are still much better than him.

He’s ‘The Beatles’ of our generation, but they’re better. And that, coming from me, is saying something.

If I could, I would marry Molly.

Or Lucy.

Whoever is available for such things.