I wrote 2 songs in 2 days

and it's been a bit of roller coaster. but i don't have any instrument to record them with. i did, however, record the vocal melodies of each. so once i get my hands on a guitar or piano, i should be able to work some magic. they are kind of cheesy. but so are feelings. 

day 1:

classical music

if i sent a card

for every time i miss you

you could have your own hallmark

you could cover your walls

with paper depictions

of how much i adore you

and i'll have a blue christmas

without you

because christmas has pine trees

and i'm pining for you

frank sinatra sings carols

and i play my kazoo

but through all of the buzz

i'll still feel bereft of you

you are classical, a classic

won't grow mold, you're wrapped in plastic

i'm just afraid we're not elastic

don't want to misplace this fantastic bond

so come on. let's put this mutual attachment 

in cement.

if your nose itched

every time i think about you

you would chafe the skin raw

like you do to my thoughts

i feel tender and sore

from our unusual closeness 

and it gives me fright

that we haven't fused

because fusing is fire

and i'm burning for you

we can try to prevent it

but the heat will get through

so let's just hold hands

and if they glue, then they do

you're are classical, a classic

won't grow mold, you're wrapped in plastic

i'm just afraid we're not elastic

don't want to misplace this fantastic bond

so come on. let's put this mutual attachment 

in cement.

you're classical

which means you'll never fade

wether you stay

and i sure hope you stay 

or not.

day 2:

things that i believe to be true but cannot prove

passion fruit tea is the only passion i receive

and even if i gulp it down, i still cannot relieve

the emptiness in my organs or scald away the residue

of the overwhelming flavor of the passion lost in you

a thing that i believe to be true

but cannot prove

is that my life could have been better with you

nobody else thinks it's charming that i brush my teeth

after every single meal, but some time i believe

i will meet another man who likes documentaries 

and i will knit him mittens and make him mac n cheese

a thing that i believe to be true

but cannot prove

is that you're gonna miss me when i do

but even when i find someone who's been looking for me

they won't have your nose, they won't have our history

i'll always remember the ache of my deficiency 

until i kick the bucket, i'll be breathing the debris

a thing that i believe to be true

but cannot prove

is that i'll never fully recover from you