this is old.
this is three years old.
iTunes not only played this tune for me today, but The Kagneys and the BCC Jazz album as well, reminding me where i've been, giving me pause to look at where i am, and wonder where i'm going.


i feel my feet moving
but can't hit the ground
it's a catalog that's spinning'
in this old home-town
while you are looking' elsewhere
and i'm too down low to say no
we've collided in these covers
used ourselves to hurt us both

this ain't all it looks like
i ain't sure what it does
but it's empty
and it's pointless
and it's bad for us both
once is twice too many
and twice is the same
and if it happens a third time
hey, i just might ask you to stay

this sure ain't what it looks like
not too sure why it is
but it's painful
and it's hurtful
and it's a bad, bad idea.
this last time is too many
like those other two times before
when it happens another,
i just might show you the door

this ain't what it looks like
still not sure what it does.
now i've gone and committed self destruction
right about when i was ready to cash out
once it too many
twice is more of the same
but now i've gone and lost count
i'm so sick of this game

i feel my feet moving'
but i can't quite hit the ground
it's like i'm on a god damn merry-go-round spinning
in my own home-town
while you are busy looking' elsewhere for love
and i'm just too god damned low to say 'no.'
we've collided in these covers
and used ourselves to hurt us both

amor fati,

-j-