--Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake
born May 14
心情低落.Easier Than Love
Overly sober to the point of mild depression.
by Switchfoot
Ah La La La La La La,
Ah La La La La La La
Sex is currency
She sells cars,
She sells magazines
Addictive bittersweet, clap your hands,
with the hopeless nicotines
Everyone's a lost romantic,
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova,
Come and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?
Numb
Sex is industry,
The CEO, of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry,
Suburban youth, hail your so-called liberty
Every advertising antic,
Our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic,
We wage love with a mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?
Ah, la, la, la, la,
(Yeah!)
La la la la la la la,
La, la, la, la, oh,
(Yeah!)
La, la, la, la, no!
It's easier to love,
It's easier to love
It's easier to love,
It's easier to love
She is easier than love,
It's easier to love
Everyone's been scared to death of,
Everyone's been scared to death of,
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone,
alone
Sex is easier than love,
It's easier than love,
It's easier to fake and smile and brag
It's easier to leave,
It's easier to lie,
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul? (Where is my?)
Where is my soul?
Ah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, no!
La, la, la, la, oh
Not that I'm thinking alot, but I just keep having wave after wave of emotions engulfing me.
It's all very overwhelming ya.
Feels like it just happened. Feels like one can never .... ..... . *sighs*
Sometimes you'd crave for the intimacy, but somehow you feel like that's unattainable anymore.
Still, life moves on. And yes, you try to look for substitutes; stuffs to busy yourself with. Indulge in your other loves. And try not to notice how sometimes, just sometimes, something feels just that little bit amiss. Just a bit.