week sauce

Oh, little girl they just don't know About the weight that you carry in your soul They just don't know about the fright About the people and the things you like You know you've got nothing to prove The conversations borderline on rude And by the time you've had enough How do you tell the one you love?

This is the next song dropping off the list, so figured it would be my first featured tune hey.

you thought you had gotten rid of me huh?

you totally have. this is just a music blog from now on. follow the week sauce playlist on spotify- updated constantly, with weekly posts about the week’s new music coming up here. I figure my taste in music is p good, I could probably show you things you’ll like. 

FFO: all kinds of jams

A warm, well lit room where I waste away 

the rest of my days Walls covered in books covered in dust- I’ve read them all before The days drag on and the months fly by month after quiet month The time I have left is short and getting shorter. I spend it living in time that’s already lost because the time I have left in my mind is worth less I spend it thinking about God and whether worms are the only thing ahead for me I am old. I make no pretenses even though in my dreams I can still run, and laughing is easy and chewing food doesn’t hurt my teeth I am still the man I was when I was young He is so close to me I can feel him if I am still until I move again and I feel my bones grind against each other. It is in these still, quiet moments when I am close to myself and close to God and so far from understanding any of it at all How can we live so long and know so little How can we live so long and never find the answers

It is in these still, quiet moments