This time...


...it's not about you, or what you'd do, say, think or feel. I wish it was that way, but is not, this time what's keeping me from sleeping is myself and the idea of not knowing what to do. There's nothing I could ask you that would make me see things in a different way, there's just nothing. This time is not about me expecting something from you.

I guess I'm the one with the right answer (somewhere in my mind), is just that there's a big hole in between and I don't know how to reach that side of it. There's a road I've been working on, a road that I sort of made for both of us, and I got to a point where my own issues got away from it.

All the things I want for myself, besides you... I can't find them there right now, where you are. I could forget about it, and just keep walking on a path that I have no idea of where is taking me, but just wait and see... or I could stop and find out if there's another path for me to take, but that means that I would be leaving you behind, 'cause you can't follow me.

I could go blind and pretend not to think... I guess I could, for a while. At the end it wouldn't be fair for me to just quit, right? It's my fight and I've been fighting for a long time... do I really want to quit now? I know I don't, but I can't find any other choices. And pretending not to know is hard, very hard.

Lyrics by: Bloc Party

It's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying

And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean

Like drinking poison, like eating glass

It's so cold in this house
Come and show me how it was

We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture

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