One of those days
When your face feels like a papier-mâché approximation of a face
One of those days
Where your head droops
Weighed down
Hanging off straining fibres and sinews
Now every stuttering sentence you speak
Seems to leave your chewed up cheeks
Incomplete and…
Thoughts are circuitous
Repeat on an endless loop
Thoughts are circuitous
Repeat on an endless loop
Thoughts are bleak
And these are the times when writing things down acts as some release for me
But I know
For most of you the same may not apply
So while I’m usually suspicious of the pithy and crass
The cheesy and officious
I think it’s time for me to speak as plainly as I can
At those times when I’ve been at my lowest
Music and songs have kept me going
So by all means cry
There’s no need to be stoic
But in the darkest of times I want you to know this: this song is for you
This is the sound of my suspending my cynicism for just one second
This is the sound of me inverting my self-indulgent introspection
This song is for you