Monday, 16 October 2017

Sour times. . .

End the vows no need to lie. . . 

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose 
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do

What do you despise in you?
There will be times when you need to fix the darkness that lies inside you, especially when it threatens to consume others around you.  It may be difficult to tell people what is really on your mind because they don't understand you, can't really see what you see, and will most likely never really be able to handle what is on your plate.  You can avert your glances all you like and try to avoid people because there isn't anything that you could possibly hope to share that is worthwhile.  When change arrives at your doorstep, you can't help but chuckle at people rushing around trying to be something they're not, or spending time trying to fool others about what is really going on.  Why do we do this?  Why do we try to keep up appearances when we shouldn't really worry about things that we should've learned to live without? 

Covered by the blind belief
That the fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true 
Not like you do 

The games of pretence may be all that you know, so it's understandable that you can't move away.
How much longer are you prepared to be used by people who claim that they care for you?
There are only so many apologies that you can wait for that never come.  There are only so many apologies that you hear uttered that mean anything if the mistakes keep being made.  There are only so many apologies that you tell yourself, for your own ears to accept, because you tell yourself that you won't do those things again, you have a sense of pride in how you would like to think you conduct yourself - so you might as well take that shot now.  What effect does it have on you?


Who am I, what and why
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Oh these sour times
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do

The thing about sour times is that you can make sure that you get through them, acknowledge that they have happened and make sure that you don't go through these times again.  You can also make sure that you say what needs to be said so that these times don't pay you another visit.  We all need to learn lessons that make us believe what it is we need to say because if we don't say them, when will we?  What memories of yesterday are good ones?  Bad ones?  Never-mind ones?  If we no longer know who we are because we keep repeating those memories, then these are sour times indeed.

After time the bitter taste
Of innocence descent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do

I hope that you find yourself in a hurry to do what needs to get done.
What seeds will you scatter? What lives will you bury?  Will you allow circumstance to decide for you?  I guess what I'm saying is that you shouldn't feel that you have to put on your disguise anymore, that you should be shrouding yourself in mysteries anymore.  I'm not saying that people need to know anything and everything about you either - they will never know such things about me - not for want of trying, but more so because they don't bother to ask the right questions.  What times are we living in?  Oh these sour times. . .