We Can't Be Who We Used To

Now Listening to: Brothers on a Hotel Bed by Death Cab for Cutie

"You may tire of me

as our December sun is setting

because I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes

but these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below..."

I have so many reasons to be bitter.

I take 'em while I can get 'em.

Everyone knows that about me.

I will take the first chance to be bitter.

That's what I do.

I really don't want to be that way.

But, I deserve the right.

"... who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end..."

When my mind wanders,

I usually think about how C.S.Lewis said

that bad people say they are not so bad

and good people say that are no good at all.

"... But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident..."

It's relation to "what we deserve."

For example, "I've had a rough day.

I deserve a cigarette,"

or, "I'm not a morning person.

I deserve to be left alone."

We tell ourselves we received a poorly dealt hand, somehow.

Then, we let ourselves sell ourselves short.

We compromise,

because we convince ourselves that,

"it's only because..."

finishing the ellipsis with a tragic equation

that equals our lack of patience and will .

"...On the back of a motor bike

With your arms outstretched trying to take flight

Leaving everything behind..."

We dream. We ask, "What happened?"

We remember that something about us that we liked.

We remember relationships were a certain way.

We remember believing in something worth believing.

"..But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete

In the city where we still reside

And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men..."

We have "deserved" so many things, yet they have ruined us. Left us. Erased us.

Things won't be the same. It's not going to happen. We can't go back.

That does suck.

BUT, there is always a way to yell, "clear," and rub the electronics together.

A quick jump-start for a ripped and mended heart.

Not quite the same, but just as alive as it used to be.

"...Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed..."

Shalom.