It's easy to see, it's easy to see
To see only white where colour should be
It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel
But it's not good enough, even though it's real
.
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It's easy to breathe, it's easy to grieve
To breathe only air where life should be
It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry
To cry so so hard that it can't be denied
“Inside movement there is one moment at which the elements in motion are in balance. Photography must seize upon this moment and hold immobile the equilibrium of it.” Henri Cartier-Bresson*
I made a mistake in my life today everything I love gets lost in drawers I want to start over, I want to be winning way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain god I 'm very, very frightening
I 'll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous and not thinking of my dick My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain god I’m very, very frightening I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-eight years before I saw you You know I dreamed about you I missed you for
It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand Hard not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can all along
And life must go on
It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you've tried has been wrong
But you must go on
It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day.
It's hard, hard when you're here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity's gone
And it's gone
But you still carry on
'cause you, you are the only one left And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on ...