My initial intention for this post was to be a diary entry, but I’ve had this melody in my head for a couple of months. When I think about it, I usually associate it with one of my fictional works in progress. Anyway, to get it out of my head, here’s me writing what I understand from the melody.
Between The Lines
I stared out the window
Thinking what I could do
Instead of going forward
I turned to you
Now I’ve crashed onto the floor
I see you from a shadow
Wondering what you would do
But that wouldn’t be me
And the signs that I drew
Were stop, not yield — but who knows the difference?
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Now I’m fascinated with this thing called life
Being a human
Being enthralled in it all!
Picking up things as I go
Walking on my own line
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And here I am!
If only you could read
Between the lines
Where you and I go about
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I hope that you’re happy
Wherever you are
But it’s driving me crazy
That you’re in so far
Into your life without stopping to stare
At the small things
At the subtle notes
I left you in the air
But who can be blamed?
We’re on parallel lines
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When will we meet again?
Will we meet again?
Where did we even?
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Dearest Reverie 