Monday, October 22

Better Taste

Don't reach out
Don't take my hand
Don't reach out
Cause you won't get it back

It takes one to know one
And I know you as a fool
Still in secret I may dream of you

Know better than accept my care
I love you to deceive
The hate in my love tastes better than
Any other love you'll see

Don't reach out
Don't take my hand
Don't reach out
Cause you won't get it back

A penny for my thoughts and dreams
Don't it have a better use?
Still in secret I'll be free, with you

Know better than accept my care
I love you to deceive
The hate in my love has a better taste
Than any love you'll see
Than anything you believe

Don't reach out
Don't take my hand
Don't reach out
Cause you won't get it back
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I wrote this on the train home earlier tonight, inspired by a movie I'd just been to. It's very rare for me to write a ballad, so this is an unusual means of expression to me. The message of these lyrics is what lifts 'em though, rather than the form it may take.
I'm too exhausted out of all my studying to write any more than this, but I thought you might enjoy it. I'll keep posting often as I can now that we enter examination weeks. Catch you later, fellas.

7 comments:

  1. Thank you, folks!

    ... may I ask if there's anything in particular that you find good? Just curious. :)

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  2. I love the contradiction, how you constantly jolt from feelings as is usual for a person to feel but tricky to explain.

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  3. thanks ryan! yeah that pretty much sums it up :D

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