Tagged: melancholy

If you watched a movie and it started off really good but now it just flat out sucks, would you bother staying till the end?

Things will never be
As good as they used to be.
Why am I still here?


Broken Compass

I’ve been spending the last few days boxing up my things as I’m moving house soon. It’s a soul destroying task, and as you’d expect, I’ve been distracting myself with other things, like songwriting.

Here’s what I came up with.

A song about the directionless melancholy of the individual.

You said you’d wait for me
I said I’d get there on my own,
But not before I knew exactly where to go

But now it seems to me
My compass spins without control
And every star winks out and I am left alone

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

I’ve followed in the footsteps of the many
Great and good, but no;
This is not me.

And so I find myself
About a million miles from home
And still no closer to the place I need to go.

Are you still waiting there?
Will you come and meet me on the road?
The burning bridges show exactly where to go

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

And yet I cut my own path to whatever
Place I want to go,
Cause I am free!

I’m free.

Solitary havens mark my passage through the dark;
All abandoned, but not forgotten, there I left my mark.

Forever I shall wander now, it’s too late to start again
But for what it’s worth just know I’ll always be your friend.

United in solitude

Hey remember that night
When you were sat alone at home?
And you thought to yourself
“I know, I’ll go out and meet someone!”
But then you realised that
There was nobody in this town
Worth meeting.
Or if there were
They were probably thinking
The same damn thing,
Not leaving the house
Just sat home alone
Remembering every god-damned night.