Music
Do you ever listen to music and think that the lyrics are particularly meaningful to parts of your life? I like to think that my life has a soundtrack sometimes. Well, I’ve been listening to Highwater Rising’s “Coming Undone” on loop for almost a half hour and it sums up perfectly how I'm feeling right now.
“Coming Undone”
(Highwater Rising)
Sunday woke up at the top of the stairs,
Wondering how long he’d been sitting there for.
Scared of sleepwalking down to his death,
So he locks himself inside these walls.
He says, “What if I fall?
It’s a long way down.”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head.
And I can’t help coming undone.
Somebody calls him so he answers the phone,
But it’s the voice of the first girl he loved.
She said, “Sunday, I miss you. I want to see you.
And we’ll be together soon.”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
But he says, “I’ll never fly.
Those things got broken wings.
And you know I’d love to see you
But I don’t think I’ll be happy.
So I’ll stay
this way…”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
And I sigh.
I’m coming undone.
It’s lonely.
“Coming Undone”
(Highwater Rising)
Sunday woke up at the top of the stairs,
Wondering how long he’d been sitting there for.
Scared of sleepwalking down to his death,
So he locks himself inside these walls.
He says, “What if I fall?
It’s a long way down.”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head.
And I can’t help coming undone.
Somebody calls him so he answers the phone,
But it’s the voice of the first girl he loved.
She said, “Sunday, I miss you. I want to see you.
And we’ll be together soon.”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
But he says, “I’ll never fly.
Those things got broken wings.
And you know I’d love to see you
But I don’t think I’ll be happy.
So I’ll stay
this way…”
He says, “What if the plane that I take
Crashes and burns?”
It’s much easier living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
It’s so lonely living life with a gun to your head
And I can’t help coming undone.
And I sigh.
I’m coming undone.
It’s lonely.
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