#potential lyrics

[cheekytownstudios-off-air]

help. i was writing lyrics and i didn't notice until now but it sounds a bit harley-coded.

Bye-bye, little toy, Bye, little toy All angels won’t fly All nuisance won’t die Why-why, you annoy My little joy If you understand Let go of my hand

Keeping it a mystery Won’t go so well in history What’s the plan behind this chaos, Make it clear, make it okay

[ghostsaberwolf]

It's the end of the world as we know it but not the end of the world entire. Every second that passes, every breath we take, entropy increases and we can go back not a single step. Ever forward unto whatever end we reach or make for ourselves. But We make the world, We define what we do. Difficult choices and interesting times and choking fear cannot take that from us. I am here. You are, too. Hold tight, and let's see if we can do this together, okay?

[gently-decaying-flowers]

society will tell you you’re weird

but i think you’re fucking divine

fuck their opinions and lies

i’d be honored to call you mine

[abc-yxz]

seeing your name on my phone screen

sets my heart on fire

i don’t know if that’s a good thing

or a bad thing

but this feeling inside of my chest

is telling my brain

that it’s okay to play with fire

[n-oh-well]

[ghostsaberwolf]

The wind has a nip to it that hasn't quite learned to bite, the sky is so clear and so blue I feel like I could fall forever if I just leaned right, and the sunshine is sharp and bright like the world is coming into focus properly.

Taking a deep lungful of this autumn air. Gods, I missed it.

[ghostsaberwolf]

An idea, a place, a person, a feeling, a building, a built thing, a sight, a smell, an echo, a scream, a snore, a silence.

[ghostsaberwolf]

Not gone, just marching far away. Not marching, but charging. Joyously, viciously, victoriously charging forward, a fearsome furor of future fates laid low by benevolent beloveds. Weep for grief, sob for joy, saltwater blending sweet sorrow and painful prescience for what certainty is there but rot? We all rot one day, dirt and dust briefly brought breath under the shining sun, only to slowly sink into the soil again. Weep, oh child of life, for fleeting fancy is all you are and yet not all you could ever be, for is it not immortality even if all that's left of you is me? Sing now thy lilting litany, music melancholy of gasping ghosts, breathing new life with each refrain. Gone you may be, but here you remain, with me, stories and songs echoing eternally, and that's as near as anyone there or here can hope for when to our long sleep we go, my dear.