Lyrics for the Morning

When you fall asleep listening to music, you tend to wake up with songs in your head. Lots of them. All of the lyrics and harmonies meshing together to make one BIG song that reverberates through your mind most of the day.

Well, that's what happens to me, anyway.

So here's a small taste of what's currently echoing in my somewhat empty brain. Try to imagine these two songs playing at the same time, with a few other songs too...

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Fall Out Boy:

My heart is on my sleeve
Wear is like a bruise or black eye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said...

She took me down and said,
"Boys like you are overrated, so save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads

'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there's a light on in Chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house

You want apologies?
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips
I hope they taste of me forever



Now Calm Before the Storm, same artist:

I sat outside my front window
This story's going somewhere
"He's well hung," and I am hanging up
Well, there's a song on the radio that says
"Let's get this party started."
So let's get this party started

What you do one your own time's just fine
My imagination's much worse
I just never want to know
What meant the world had folded
Like legs and fingers holding on to what escapes me
What he has: a better kiss that never lasts...

This is me, standing in the arch of the door
Hating that look that's on your face
That says there's another fool like me
There's one born every minute
There's one born every minute

What you do on your time's just fine
My imagination's much worse
I just never want to know
What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen
To product gas and suffocated my last chance

You said, between your smiles and regrets
"Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone, dead and gone

Calm before the storm set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight
A reception less than warm set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight.


If you knew how the melodies of these two songs went, you'd known exactly how confusing it is to have them stuck in your head simultaneously. Intriguing, yes, but mildly irritating, too.

Grrrawr. I'm gonna go make myself decent for the day. Maddy, Cassie, Treble, and I are all studying our bums off for the AP tests on Monday...what joy...

Abby's out.