I'm not afraid of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard
I'm just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company
I never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere, baby
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it
I will not forsake, the colours that you bring
But the nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I still listen through your ears, and through your eyes I can see
And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough, and you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now... my oh my
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Oh love look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep...
I wasn't jumping... for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now
You're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along the stony pass
It's just a moment
This time will pass
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And as I looked desperately at your shoulder, the dangling silver Christmas decor, as my eyes lost focus, all in an attempt to look at anything but your eyes, those eyes that told you everything, and yet nothing. I knew I couldn't look at you in the eye, as you told me the words that I already heard in my mind a hundred times. I'd already rehearsed this, different versions of it even. Each and every version less dramatic, and more subtle. From the initial, teary run through a hall that looked vaguely like a Germanic airport terminal; to the subtle hand hold that said everything; to reality. Reality: undramatic, nondescript and ultimately more telling than anything. That this fearful happenstance had already happened-ed, maybe on the first day of the first term of the first year at Warwick, maybe last Tuesday as you tucked into a bowl of ramen, whatever it was, you already knew. And Anything else is really a lie.
I must have gotten over you -
Already. I must have. Nothing else can explain the non-event that should have been... Am I unstuck from this moment?
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