much better. just a couple minor adjustments to it that i heard while listening to it.
"At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked at the world and you
Just to see if the people around me react
Sometimes I think they’re all acting,
Sometimes I’m scared I’m acting to lie
My movements are stage directions
Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene
Have I been taking my emotional cues from the script I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much,
that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched,
It makes me question was it love or just lust?
Caked in blood or old rust?
I don’t know
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best
Framed in poems and in pictures
Sang aloud in refrains
Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react
Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack
I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need,
Some will fade in frames, some were born to lead
But if we’re still here and we still breathe
At least we’ve still got time to figure it out.
To know what to do, to know how to feel,
Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head
And to know what’s real
I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes
For the things that came not the things I chose to come
I want to know if I've had any control
I want to know if he'd come for me
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it,
I want to know all the love I’ve got
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute,
I want to know if a curtain drops"
much better. just a couple minor adjustments to it that i heard while listening to it.
"At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked at the world and you Just to see if the people around me react Sometimes I think they’re all acting, Sometimes I’m scared I’m acting to lie My movements are stage directions Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene Have I been taking my emotional cues from the script I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much, that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched, It makes me question was it love or just lust? Caked in blood or old rust? I don’t know
Don’t we remember all the moments we remember the best Framed in poems and in pictures Sang aloud in refrains Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past not work exactly the same?
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack I know we won’t always keep around those we feel we need, Some will fade in frames, some were born to lead But if we’re still here and we still breathe At least we’ve still got time to figure it out. To know what to do, to know how to feel, Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head And to know what’s real I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes For the things that came not the things I chose to come I want to know if I've had any control I want to know if he'd come for me
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it, I want to know all the love I’ve got And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute, I want to know if a curtain drops"