Lyrics.

[icebluenothing]

You don't think I make much sense
When I speak of consequence
You just marvel at my eloquence
And then you walk away

Just a word in my defense
Though things between us have grown tense
Just think about the relevence
Of what I have to say

I've been fighting your demons
For such a long time
I think I forgot they're not mine
And you might think that after all this time
That I would find a way
To give them back to you
To tell you that I'm through
But what it all just comes down to
Is that I won't let them go

If there's nothing left to say
Maybe we said it yesterday
I can't rewind, I can't press play
Can't hear the words you said before
You went walking out my door

So many demons left to slay
But they won't come out to play
Without you here, alone I stand
this useless sword still in my hand
And I don't think you understand

I've been fighting your demons
For such a long time
And I think you forgot they're not mine
And I would think that after all this time
That you might set me free
Just take them back from me
And tell me you can see
That what it all just comes down to
Is that I won't let them go
Just like I can't let you go
Though I didn't think you'd know
I can't let you go

. . . Hmmmm. Maybe deuce_4_life is right -- it's really not that hard to write a pop song.

Comments

[ilion.livejournal.com]

Of course you could be selling your writing skills a little short. I mean, sure, anyone could write a bad pop song. Heck, with today's music tehy'd even have a decent chance of radio play. ;P On the other hand, I do think there are pop songs that do take some skill to write.

Some of that reminded me of a particular Barenaked Ladies song actually.

[icebluenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? What one? I was trying for kind of a BNL feel, actually. Of course, I was also trying for kind of a The Cure feel, too, which is an odd combination, but it seems to have worked .... :)

[ilion.livejournal.com]

You Will Be Waiting (http://www.fishertowne.com/Barenaked/Lyrics/Lyrics.cfm?Album_Id=2&Lyric_Id=18), which I, for one, think is a rather wonderful song.

I've never been able to write anything that I thought worked as song lyrics, but I'm so not musically inclined. I also think I've become disillusioned with all my poetical attempts again. I should try some more prose.

[wendolen.livejournal.com]

Red-Headed Stepchild might not be stillborn after all. :)