So I heard this song by Death Cab for Cutie and the words, "You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me" really hit me because it is so true sometimes. No matter how beautiful you are, sometimes it doesn't just matter. I had been on a hiatus from writing, taking time to get this whole college life figured out and now that I know I will never figure it out… here I am, back ready to write again. So here goes nothing…
Tiny Vessels…
This
is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her
but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she
is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is
beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks
in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There
was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she
didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't
mean a thing to me.
Wanted to believe in all the words that I
was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the
friends that I was telling
And all the playful misspellings
And
every bite I gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your
neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to
fade
But they did and so did I that day
All I see are dark
grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So
when you ask "was something wrong?"
That I think "you're
damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't
talk about it now."
So one last touch and then you'll
go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But
it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't
mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a
thing to me