wow, i don’t even know where to start. nothing i type could accurately put into words just how much i appreciate the response to last weeks blog post. to be so vulnerable among close friends and perfect strangers alike, then be greeted with so much love and acceptance that it begins to blur the line between the two. what an amazing thing i have here. thank you.
i feel a great sense of relief now that it’s been posted, actually. partially because part of me kind of knew i couldn’t really post anything else until then. i guess i could have, i just genuinely didn’t want to casually pop in with a song or small life update when there was so much else on my mind.
but now we’re here so… want to hear a song? i wrote it some months ago before i moved and i really love it. the lyrics mean a great deal to me and it was recorded in a very short amount of time and the song has a bunch of magic school bus snippets in it. so yeah, it sort of meets all the criteria of being a good flatsound song, don’t you think?
i’m very excited to be writing and posting more. i missed doing it. lately i’ve had an overwhelming and familiar feeling that i can’t seem to shake off. i’m going to continue to try and capture it, whatever it may be.
you and i
on a stranded patch of mountainside
where my wolves come out and howl at night
on that endless hunt for sacrifice
but then you take my hand like you want to go
there are parts of me you can’t know
you can take my hand
but you have to go alone
these are not the reasons
to give it up, to give it up
it always falls to pieces but
if this is love then this is love
everybody wants you
to give it up, to give it up
i hope it doesn’t haunt you
because you did enough
you did enough
if this is where the fire stops
keep me warm inside your arms
i want to be your final thought
when all that’s left are tire marks
i don’t know if i want this but we can see
i’m sorry if i hurt you playing make believe
i wanted to help but leave it up to me
to find myself somewhere i couldn’t leave
this is where the fire stops
keep me warm inside your arms
i want to be your final thought
when all that’s left are tire marks