Holly Would.

Ok, so this one's not really 'metal' or anything like that. In fact, it's pretty much a direct rip off of the style of a straightforward rock n roll band called The Hold Steady. I realised I always seem to write in abstracts, and decided to challenge myself to writing something more concrete, with a narrative of sorts. I think it went alright. What do you think?

My fingers feel funny, kind of shiny kind of fuzzy.
I was trying to feel the love but now I just feel pretty druggy.
This girl said 'Honey.
You're pretty out of it'
I said 'You're out of line, man, everyone's a critic
You're out of line but ok, yeah, I'm over the limit'
So we argued for a minute, then we both left the bar
Left the car in the car park and went to count up all the stars
We ended up talking about life at dawn in her boudoir
I thought to myself man, sometimes we all try too hard.
Yeah I thought sometimes, we all try too hard.

So now my head feels kind buzzy, kind of 'awake-too-early'
I was trying to see some sense but now my vision's just all blurry
I said 'It's a five thirty sun up
And the moons going down'
She said 'Wait... stick around
I've told you about my times so now tell me about your town'
The way she said it, I guess it had a sound.
Sort of seedy, sort of sweet, sort of telling me we needed to sleep.
So we laid down and after a while I slowly started to speak
And I said sometimes, we all try too hard.
Yeah I said sometimes, we all try too hard.

And I told her about a beautiful girl who could have had her pick
Of being anything in the world, but she fell in love with cheap hits
So she used to dance for tips, and when times were tough, she'd turn cheap tricks
One day the needle in her arm became a medicine drip.
And I told her about a beautiful girl I once kind of knew
I liked to call her by her real name but most days any name would do
She moved like a dream til she put on her dancing shoes
Yeah and she'd dance to any music but she always had the blues.

This girl in this room looked at me like I was crazy.
Kind of sadly, Kind of lazily.
She said:
"I guess you haven't been keeping up with me lately.
Nobody hates me, but I feel a need to belong
I feel a need to be loved and to never be wrong
And that doesn't sit well with what's been going on
It's been so long
Since I was free
Since I was straight and clean
Since I was me, I've gotta leave this scene
You've gotta believe me, I've been trying so hard.

And I see maybe we need to try hard.