Words are wasted
Words are wasted when they are used as ammunition
Missiles in the brain reminding me what went wrong,
The notes in my head scratch my ears
With each chorus each verse and wound me with every old song.
I repeat it in my head just in case for a moment
Every word said was not pounding me,
Forgetting at times that feelings go dormant
Say it once its costly, but utter a hundred times more for free.
I repeat them my words, again and again
Just in case for a moment the feelings would mould,
I let the thoughts whirl around and suddenly grow
The stuff is not new its terribly old.
I know I know I know.
The strategies are dry and boring
As sorry as my ass on my worst day on grass
Like Wimbledon rain throughout out the touring.
But then there are days I remember
With a smile every now and again,
So there I sit cold as December
Wondering if it will come back and when?
So until the moment the smile lasts a little longer
I will remember one or two things a day,
And hope and hope and hope I will get stronger
And the repeating will go astray.
4/7/12 Recorded to iPhone (edited)