Hey I'm Val ;D
In the bathroom it gets blurry, gets warm and distorted,
Like light pushed the orange of the pillbox he poured in
His palm. It falls to the floor, he smiles as it hits,
“Sounds a little like an instrument.”
Like a voice in the choir, that hum and that drumbeat of life as an art-form and
Fire through the streets that keep moving us in silence to phantom baton sweeps,
Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet.
And all the ones who seem to fit the best into the chorus never notice there’s a song
And the ones who seem to hear it end up tortured by the chords when they fail to find
A way to sing along.
And when you sing the wrong thing it all starts collapsing.
Starts to ring out and feedback, starts lapsing and crashing, on notes that don’t clash
But that never quite feel like they match.
And I never quite feel like mine match.
There’s a melody in everything,
I’m trying to find a harmony but
Nothing seems to work,
Nothing seems to fit.
living dead // marina and the diamonds
everyday i feel the same
stuck and i can never change
sucked into a black balloon
spat into an empty room
tbh if you choose not to correct your friends when they fuck up, you’re basically saying your friendship with a bigot is more important than all the injustice you’re supposedly fighting against