Trying to Music One Note At A Time

Deep inside the cosmos, I discovered truly how much I love you Even as I observe that we won’t come in contact...

“Ah-I wanna meet you, reach you” My feelings loop around, they loop-de-loop too I feel my mind slipping out of my control Communication’s reached its limit

“Ah- I wanna meet you right now.” The days all loop around, they loop-de-loop too Even if Kepler keeps us apart, these orbits of ours never to meet...

Typically there is only love to be found

Typically there is only love to be found

How many light years have I followed Your voice pinging softly into space? If I could forget it, with a bright flash, I’m sure that I would be in peace...

Even though I see you, I never can reach you Guess that how it’s always gotta be Again you eclipse me, so close yet far. I understand...

“Ah- even so I wanna meet” I loop countless times, I loop-de-loop With every beat, my heart’s crying with you- The single thing that I’m sure of

...the single thing that I need...

Ah, surely as the stars will turn We’re looping forever, we loop-de-loop My feelings drawn hopelessly into orbit I’m always chasing after you

“Ah- I wanna meet you right now” My life begins to loop, to loop-de-loop too Even if Kepler keeps us apart, these orbits of ours never to meet... My thoughts are caught in your gravity

Boys and girls in adolescence

The air between me and  them has become too polluted

Don’t glare at me like that, your eyes hard with condemnation

All these growing pains are tearing me apart

It's thrown me in chaos: ID moratorium.*

A crush. On you. No it's. Not true.

All the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind

Different types of things are budding, screaming in pain.

It’s worrying since the me you've come to know

Has had their circuits on the fritz for awhile now.**

We’ve all become too complex to comprehend.

Everything you do confounds me. My head’s filled with sounds of traffic.

Waiting idly for the red light to change, my eyes were drawn to you.

Why is that I find you so cute?

Why is it that you want a boyfriend so bad?

Why is it that I want to hold you so close?

It’s enough to drive me crazy every day! No, no, no.

Boys and girls in adolescence

The one you told me you like has said he has crush on me.

A crush. Every time your face comes to mind

My breath’s taken away.

Boys and girls in adolescence

The air between me and  them has become too polluted

Don’t glare at me like that, your eyes hard with condemnation

All these growing pains are tearing me apart

It's thrown me in chaos: ID moratorium.

A crush. On you. No it. Just can’t. Be true.

Spring comes fast, dancing within the wind.

Different things become distorted. Sweet now sour.

This group of ours is way too much to bear.

Improper relationships will always lead to discord.

This structure of ours can’t hold unsteady ground.

Whirling vices make me dizzy. Sudden impulse burns within me.

Walking by the station as I hurry home,my eyes were drawn to you.

Why is it that you’re filled with so much rage?

Why is it that you fuss so much with your hair?

Why is it that you wink constantly?

Hey, you know that we’ll be graduating soon? No, no, no.

Boys and girls in adolescence

The one you told me you like has said he has crush on me.

A crush. Every time your face comes to mind

My breath’s taken away.

Boys and girls in adolescence

The air between me and  them has become too polluted

Don’t glare at me like that, your eyes hard with condemnation

All these growing pains are tearing me apart

It's thrown me in chaos. ID moratorium.

A crush. On you. No it just can’t be true.

It's thrown me in chaos. ID moratorium.

A crush. On you. Not true. I hate you--no, not true.

A crush. Not true. A crush, on you. On you.

A crush. My crush. Not true. I think that I...like you.

* This is the closest thing to “moratorium emo-ist syndrome.” It’s a concept by James Marcia, actually called identity moratorium, that describes adolescents who are in a crisis and whose commitments are absent or vauge but are seeking alternatives. They also tend to be anxious, which definitely fits with moratorium emo-ist syndrome.