woodface

Woke up with the urge to listen to old Crowded House songs and popped the debut album in my stereo. It's been a while since I listened to it and just like always it's homecoming. Still know all the words to the songs and end up singing them all and yet, I'm definitely not the same person that I used to be when I heard these the first time. How long is it now? Eleven years.

Tell you about myself
If you're in the mood to listen
Baby you don't know who you're kissing
This a lonely world
You are a strange companion
When you get what you wanted
You wanna leave
Honestly I want to free myself
From the burden of inaction
Honestly I want to raise myself
To any plane I can imagine

I feel like I've said it all before. Like there's nothing to add. Most of my conversations end up being pretty empty and meaningless. When anyone brings up the job thing, I can't wait to get up and flee the room. The closest thing to a conversation I had was with my aunt this weekend when we were debating racism and the decline of society. I pleaded for a new revolution. It's been a while since I pushed my mind to wrap itself around a serious discussion. I think I need to practice.

Feeling devastated
That's what I call
Hangin' on and falling over
That's what I call
Tired and deflated
That's what I call
Love

Damn you, Hester.