Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us
Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run
Just a snippet from the song of today, the one that is gripping my heart and smushing it into a thousand pieces. They may be indie kids with whiny voices but their lyrics hurt in the best possible way. I want to sing this at an open mic night. I want to be in a band, that has a funky violinst and a sax and a trumpet and bongos. I want to feel again.
I shall sing like no one is listening today as I walk down the hill.
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