a circadian rhythm

a creative attempt at curing writers block.

sixty-nine : three month breakdown

our voices they unfold,
repeat the words i sold,
you know i never wanted this.

i’ll wait another day,
and never see things change,
the only difference is the date.

oh i know that we will never be again,
oh i know that we will never see the end, together,
i know that we will never be again,
what i know now will just break us down.

you know that talk is cheap,
and you tell me everything,
your sounded thoughts will never cease.

but open up your eyes,
this isnt in your sights,
you’re never saying what you mean.

oh i know that we will never be again,
oh i know that we will never see the end, together,
i know that we will never be again,
what i know now will just break us down.

this isn’t new. i wrote these lyrics back in 2005, in the good old days of being in a band. i miss it. playing guitar and singing. playing keys. being on stage. having fans… or, more accurately, fan. there was one guy who came to all our shows. he was like our mel.