I'm in one of those moods where I want to stay up all night, reminisce about some old times, catch up with people I've lost touch with, have some meaningful conversations, and write a song. I haven't done that song writing thing in quite a while, and recently I've come to miss it. I also haven't had a meaningful conversation with someone in quite a while as well. The sad part is that most of the conversations I've had lately have been rooted around complaints. It sucks. I just want to sit downstairs on a couch and stay up all night playing guitar and hanging out with friends talking about something, anything meaningful. But I'm still not sure what meaningful actually means.
look at me and notice my social incompetence
to realize your dreams more than make sense
i still can't sleep sometimes at night
cause i hear your voice through these streets
and i still don't understand
how to put a smile on to your face
cause i'm looking for something else
to fill up this empty space
i see things through a different perspective
looking for signs around this place that i live
sometimes it's hard to forget these ways
but her look always brings me back to this place
and i still don't understand
how to put a smile on to your face
cause i'm looking for something else
to fill up this empty space
and what is wrong with this picture?
tell me something is making sense
cause i'm gonna sit and stare
waiting for you to glance my way
and i still don't understand
how to put a smile on to your face
cause i'm looking for something else
to fill up this empty space
There we go. Awfulness wrapped into a little ball. Funny though, I still kind of like it. I also like the fact that my hell week is finally finished. Had a metric shit tonne of work to do this week and it is now complete. Just a few more papers before exams, then home free.
I must say, I'm quite looking forward to it.
