A diary of journey

The sun goes back to where happiness sets up hearts and strike us down with harsh words and glitter promises. She’s lost on her paradise island while I mourn lost friends and sit here amazed at the bright past of broken memories.

I make up dreams of yesterday and wish my life was as fucked up as I remember
cause maybe then I might be that big star trapped in my head.

And as the curtain blows up the shape of a dancing bride, I wonder if the answer is being married to the wind. Cause if no one knows your address, it’s hard to get your heartache in the mail.

If you’re not a friend in a foreign place, you’re a stranger in your own skin. So here’s another pint, let’s get that alien out of your head. It’s thoughts like that that make me like you less. And these days we all have to take what we can get. There’s a darkness rolling in. A cloud’s approaching and I wanna be packed and ready when the questions start.

I’ve heard of it in the whispers of a free man and saw it bleeding off of the maps of the lost. There’s grass and fields and more than enough. We could start it there and get it right this time...

But the story of my life is a catalogue of re-run new beginnings.