It’s a Saturday evening and you’re alone at home, listening to Deathcab by Ditty.
Don’t tell me you love me
I would only cry
Big long rivers
From my eyes
You’ve only just found out you didn’t get into your dream college or the job you’ve always wanted doesn’t seem to want you.
Maybe the love of your life called you a few minutes ago to tell you they don’t want to be with you anymore because of an excuse as shitty as any can get and they left before you could find out the exact reason.
Don’t play ‘Death Cab For Cutie’
I fall back in time
You took our love story
You put in on the line
You can’t seem to muster enough energy to call them back. Dreaming is too expensive and you’re scared of closing your eyes. What did you do wrong? Is your love poisoned?
Maybe I was under the impression
I could always, always ask you questions
Reality is suddenly starting to materialize right in front of your face.
It’s raining gently outside but inside is a storm you cannot soften so you explode, in tears, memories, events, the little things.
It’s cold. Is home a flight you’re meant to only miss?
Why do you let yourself be so vulnerable? Will you allow yourself to dream again?
I can’t help falling in love with you
I can’t help falling back in love
The life you had already imagined for yourself has shattered completely and you can’t help but try to put the broken pieces back again because every single thing around you reminds you of it. What else can you do?
You don’t know if you’ll get out of this in-between.
Is it possible to move on?
To feel anything except strange emptiness and a rainy sorrow?
The sun will rise in a couple of hours but yours will not.
Not for a while.
You play the song again. And again. And again.
Don’t tell me you hurt me
I would only cry
Big long rivers
From my eyes
