It's Hard to Remember Our Lives are Such a Short Time { yes, i'm speaking through music this week in case you haven't noticed already }

i do that a lot, don't i?  i let music speak for me.  but the words, of course, aren't going to fit perfectly with what's going on in my life.  mouse comes pretty damned close a lot of the time, though.

this is my song about turning things around and coming out of the wicked nasty depression that's had me down all week.  "my hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself..." okay, not just from inside myself; there are definitely external influences that i allow to get me down.  i've had enough of them for now; i'm ready to move on.

in four days i'll be in another world (vegas, baby!) doing what i love most with some of the people i love most.  i'll leave all that open for interpretation, but if you know me, there are at least three things that top that list.  and i'm in need of all three after a week like one's been.

on! on!



LIVES

Everyone's afraid of their own life
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you'd wish that they'd just shut up
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No ones gonna play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I'd have half the time, do you mind?
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right? And it our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember were alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?