I Don't Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You
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Defiance, Ohio - I Don’t Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You
So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart but I know that when you pick up the pieces, the only thing left will be the same empty rubble that’s made up every revolution that I’ve ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air
And as the story unfolds over time, things we once knew they do dissolve into the sky. She swears she sees a brand new constellation every time somebody we know dies, it is no consolation prize but we’ll remember you. So to get good sleep at night, silence the oracles, they’re singing from inside. Nobody really wants to know the future, we just want to hear “you’ll be alright” and we’ll be alright. These days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong; but these days they will find us unashamed because we were learning all along, and the radio plays a familiar song.
And to this magic we hold on, I just don’t want to feel its loss until it’s gone. It was in an eerie glow I finally left you lonely, left the TV on. If I have one regret it’s letting this whole nihilistic shit charade live on! You know it scares the hell out of me when my friends think they have nobody to lean on! …And the radio plays a familiar song.
And in the darkness of my room I keep conversing with the man in the moon. I know he’s going to tell me something that I want to hear I bet it’ll happen soon because all the books I have read just don’t read right, say to save your soul you’ve got to hide yourself inside, or forget about the world that you perceive, no, we are here for such a little while. These days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong, but these days they will find us unashamed because we’ve been learning all along, and the radio plays a familiar song and you are loved you are loved you are really loved.
it’s been a bad day. just listened to jawbreaker, wondered what’s wrong with me and stared in the mirror, waited so patiently for the end of the summer. just got my hopes up and dashed. i’m just sucker, I guess. it’s so warm outside but i’m still sad.
Even on the best days in september it’s hard to find my piece of mind. i’d like to blame it on the weather.
So disappointed to come home to this. i think i’ll sleep on the roof tonight. counting sheep and a couple regrets as cars drive by. it’s kind of hard to figure anything out when people don’t talk at all. i hate these bad days. i think i’ll just skip town.
Even Columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get washed away in a stream of blinking lights. And the concrete strip below seems less like a noose and more like a tie that binds; or at least a tourniquet. It’s been such a hard season, and the bridges we burned might be all we had to keep us from drowning but at least we had this time. And I’d like to think we’re better off for it. I’ll remember this: sometimes broken things make the best building supplies and we’ll keep on building. Hearts aren’t made of glass, they’re made of muscle and blood, and something else, and they don’t so much as break as bend and tear. We have what it takes to keep it together and move on.