Relatable regurgitation

re-tweet, re-post, re-blog, re-thinking my own thoughts until they feel re-gurgitated like all the rest...
little bits of myself and bits of everyone else.

gregholden:

Here’s a video of my song “Home” being performed by Philip Phillips on American Idol last night. I wrote this with LA writer Drew Pearson (@drewwpearson) a few months back, and it was picked to be the winners single for this talented lad, providing he wins. How crazy. 

Two of you

I’m just trying to figure out what it is i think i like about you

you seem so perfect when i’m standing there with you

but the second you leave is when i get confused

Because i think i make up someone in the distance

and i’m very unfairly comparing the two

because who you are in my mind

and who you are all the time

they are separate things, it’s true

so I’m just trying to figure out what it is i think i like about you

See i know when you laugh it seems like you mean it

and there’s a chance you might even get what i’m feeling

but when i’m talking to you more often than not

your eyes look everywhere but at me

always daring around me, behind me and through me

and i wonder if you hear anything at all?

so i’m just trying to figure out what it is i think i like about you

There are moments that come every once in a while

you grab my hand tight and i get lost in your smile

what is it about you? what is it about you?

what is it about you that i can’t let go?

maybe i should tell you? maybe i should give it up now?

i beg for a sign that you get me somehow

I hate to go first but all these unsaid words have made me a stranger

and it’s starting to hurt

Because who you are in my mind

and who you are all the time

they shouldn’t be separate things, you know?

so I’m just trying to figure out what it is i think i like about you

I’m just trying to figure out what the hell i’m gonna do about you. 

boniverotica:

We’ve made a cave of blankets, and we’re not coming out until morning.

boniverotica:

We’ve made a cave of blankets, and we’re not coming out until morning.

I may not be there yet, but I’m closer than I was yesterday.

—Unknown? (via kari-shma)

(Source: kari-shma)

and although you’re the only home i know

as if by magic thoughts of you are gone

and i now i’m keeping my head in the clouds

and it’s not so tragic if i don’t look down 

i never wanted you to go. but i’d be the last to let you know. 

last night I dreamt you thought of me. But in the morning it proved untrue. because it was just me, yet again, thinking of you.

…ready for the disconnect…