Found these old letters from years agoFelt it was fitting to continue that correspondenceCan't help I'm sentimentalThanks for talking with me today,I hope this is helpful for youI also hope that Birdie is happy and healthyand staying out of trouble to a reasonable extentWhat I wrote was sort of my way offinally being able to address how it feels to have [...]Another brick-red room,another black-top townAnother misspelled bandburning their own houses downAnother pine-box tuneto fill the cemetery dayAnother star, a touch of orangeover purgatory grayAnother thorny fieldto scatter fruitless seedAnother song that runs too long,God knows no one needsMore misguided ghosts, more transparent handsTo drop a nickel in our basketand we'll do our Riot! danceBeneath another burning sky,behind our painted lipsIn scores of catatonicsmile-covered ankle-bitten shipsSo throw your pedestal of stonein the forgetful seaAs protection from the paper-thin perfectionyou project on meWhen this repetition endsbehind the window shadesA semi-conscious sorrowsleeping in the bed I've madeThat most unrestful bed,that most original of sinsAnd you'll say that's what I getwhen I let ambitions win againI'd hate to let you downso I'll let the waters riseAnd drown my dull reflectionin the naive expectation in your eyesBack in a cast bit-part,back when I felt most freeI had a butcher's heartand no one thought they knew meSo before the regiment resumes,before the dreaded sun appearsMy driver's waiting,so let's make one point crystal clear:You see a flood-lit form,I see a shirt designI'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mineYou're no friend of mineYou're no friend of mineI'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mineYou see a flood-lit form,I see a shirt designI'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mineI see myself in the reflection of people's eyesRealising that what they see may not even be closeto the image I see in myselfAnd I think I might actually be more afraidto let my own self down than anything elseI feel like the man in the storyWho saw a bear floating in the riverand thought it was a fur coatTwelve years ago I stood on the shoreAnd jumped in and grabbed the coatThe river was rushing toward a waterfallAnd, and my friend stood at the shoreand shouted to let go of the coat and swim back to landI let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of meIn any case please let me knowif there's more I can give youIf nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful
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Found these old letters from years ago
Felt it was fitting to continue that correspondence
Can't help I'm sentimental
Thanks for talking with me today,
I hope this is helpful for you
I also hope that Birdie is happy and healthy
and staying out of trouble to a reasonable extent
What I wrote was sort of my way of
finally being able to address how it feels to have [...]
Another brick-red room,
another black-top town
Another misspelled band
burning their own houses down
Another pine-box tune
to fill the cemetery day
Another star, a touch of orange
over purgatory gray
Another thorny field
to scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long,
God knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket
and we'll do our Riot! dance
Beneath another burning sky,
behind our painted lips
In scores of catatonic
smile-covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone
in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection
you project on me
When this repetition ends
behind the window shades
A semi-conscious sorrow
sleeping in the bed I've made
That most unrestful bed,
that most original of sins
And you'll say that's what I get
when I let ambitions win again
I'd hate to let you down
so I'll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection
in the naive expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit-part,
back when I felt most free
I had a butcher's heart
and no one thought they knew me
So before the regiment resumes,
before the dreaded sun appears
My driver's waiting,
so let's make one point crystal clear:
You see a flood-lit form,
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine
You're no friend of mine
You're no friend of mine
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine
You see a flood-lit form,
I see a shirt design
I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine
I see myself in the reflection of people's eyes
Realising that what they see may not even be close
to the image I see in myself
And I think I might actually be more afraid
to let my own self down than anything else
I feel like the man in the story
Who saw a bear floating in the river
and thought it was a fur coat
Twelve years ago I stood on the shore
And jumped in and grabbed the coat
The river was rushing toward a waterfall
And, and my friend stood at the shore
and shouted to let go of the coat and swim back to land
I let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of me
In any case please let me know
if there's more I can give you
If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful
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