This is an accustic piece I wrote in light of how people in college so often just assume strangers to be their friends merely because they go to the same set of buildings for educational purposes. It's upsetting to me, and I'm a cynic, so bear that in mind as you read this. Haha...
I took a day off work to rest,
To ponder all of life's regrets
I sat in my old rocking chair,
To give the scene and vintage touch.
The idea was to catch up on things,
To learn to trust my fellow human beings,
They seem so inconsistent though,
Going places they don't care to go,
All the men that stive for leadership,
Just to say they never gave a ****,
What then of all the followers?
Can I really trust their promises?
The politics or business men,
The pasters or bottles of gin,
Only one gives what I feel is right,
But I feel that's not what's due tonight.
Vulnerability never made itself easy,
So I attempt to rationalize caring hands
into gestures of unfulfillable kindness
taking them to corners where they feel most comfrotable being left alone,
then leaving; as to say "thanks, but I'm really not emotionally prone."
(guitar exit, and end)
I took a day off work to rest,
To ponder all of life's regrets
I sat in my old rocking chair,
To give the scene and vintage touch.
The idea was to catch up on things,
To learn to trust my fellow human beings,
They seem so inconsistent though,
Going places they don't care to go,
All the men that stive for leadership,
Just to say they never gave a ****,
What then of all the followers?
Can I really trust their promises?
The politics or business men,
The pasters or bottles of gin,
Only one gives what I feel is right,
But I feel that's not what's due tonight.
Vulnerability never made itself easy,
So I attempt to rationalize caring hands
into gestures of unfulfillable kindness
taking them to corners where they feel most comfrotable being left alone,
then leaving; as to say "thanks, but I'm really not emotionally prone."
(guitar exit, and end)