“I’m all yours
But you’re all mine
Let’s dance together
You and I
‘Cause I’m not trapped
With you, you see
You’re the one who’s
Trapped with me
‘Cause I’ve been here so many times before
Don’t you think I look pretty
Curled up on this bathroom floor”
The lyrics gut me every time. It’s the loathing and fire that is spat off the tongue and the stabbing in my heart and the cold linoleum that’s I’ve sat on for years and the bitter drink that is the sound of his voice, voicing all my deepest thoughts and the scratching of the nails on chalkboard. It shatters the puzzle that is me and then barely stitches it back together.
Don’t you enjoy the show? Of me picking myself apart in the mirror with all my flaws on display? Of spinning here on this dance floor, your arms spinning and the room growing blurred and the terror of falling to the floor again.
So I offer you a hand, and we dance again.
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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Well well well..
I just saw that one of my songs was shazamed! That's the first time ever for my music in general.
Can you believe it? I can't. xD
Anyway.. "Beauty in the Dark" was the one. 🪷
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