by Mumford and Sons
weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle any of your score
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
syllables
Hi.
My name is Jim.
I'm a one syllable kind of guy. I like to read. I drive to work in my car. I go to sleep at night in my bed. The only word that leaves my lips owning more than one syllable: alone.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired of feeling so cold.
Maybe it's time for a change, ya know? Maybe I, Jim, need to do something about this. Maybe it's about time I start searching for more syllables.
Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.
My name is Jim.
I'm a one syllable kind of guy. I like to read. I drive to work in my car. I go to sleep at night in my bed. The only word that leaves my lips owning more than one syllable: alone.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired of feeling so cold.
Maybe it's time for a change, ya know? Maybe I, Jim, need to do something about this. Maybe it's about time I start searching for more syllables.
Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.
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