Are you restless like me?

Here's a scale, weigh it out.
And you'll find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance, by some careful hand, with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order, and the color, the eyes of your former lover's. Hers were green like July, except when she cried, they were red.

Now, I know a disease that these doctors can't treat, you contract on the day you accept all you see is a mirror. And a mirror is all it can be. A reflection of something we're missing.

And language just happened, it was never planned. And it's inadequate to describe where I am. In the room of my house, where the light's never been, waiting for this day to end.

And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more. So tell me then, what was it for? Oh, tell me, what was it for?

I really can't get rid of the Bright Eyes in my head. Damn you, Conor Oberst. I could fill this blog with the lyrics from this cd. But I will spare you, even though they're so beautiful they almost hurt. Scratch that, they do hurt. The first time I listened to it I almost had to turn it off because it was so sad.

Oh, in case you're wondering, the cd is Fevers & Mirrors, not either of the new ones, and that song was "A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks."

And, in case you were worried, I'm not in an emo mood or anything, just in the mood for emo.