letra de dissonance - friendship commanders
i wanted to show you
moving to a place where i had no anchors, allies, or shared language
i wanted to show you
the leaves of late fall in arlington, where i would enter a small house and listen to other kids tell the truth. they taught me to do the same. new language
i wanted to show you
sleeping on arthur’s living room floor, listening to badmotofinger on repeat, bus rides to harvard square. trying not to take up sp-ce, but being glad there was sp-ce for me somewhеre
i wanted to show you
singing “polaroids” at 3 am in jfk park with ethel; our parеnts thought we were asleep in our beds. we had never been so awake, so alive
i wanted to show you
riding bikes from belmont to cambridge; we felt like we owned the world in the middle of the night. we did
i wanted to show you
me and bo and mel in the rehearsal sp-ce with no air circulating; so hot that the guitars and drum stool stuck to our bodies. we played anyway. we didn’t know to ask for a window
i wanted to show you
marc’s eyes as we laughed about the news, our co-workers, bands we knew. as we sat on a parking lot curb and ate avocados from their skins. no shade from the sun, no barriers between us
i wanted to show you
the walk from boston to cambridge. the bridge on mass ave. the schools along the way. the danger and safety that coexisted at all times. the wind off the water. the sting of the cold air on my face
i wanted to show you
the women on stage, unapologetic and loud; a gift i still borrow from, an image that feels like i dreamed it now. but they were real
i wanted to show you
my own early attempts at expression. two chords and a melody; too many words to fit into the phrase
i wanted to show you
the dresses i made us because she wanted us to look the same, play the same, be the same. but we were not the same. and no amount of fabric would make it so
i wanted to show you
how she told me i was too thin and not thin enough, how to wear my hair, and how to be like her
i wanted to show you
a pale pink wedding gown that i spent months making. silk dupioni with glass beads in the same color that spelled out my first name. i made jokes about it being bold, but i might have been afraid of losing myself. i should have been
i wanted to show you
the group of them and how they dressed alike, acted alike, thought alike. i never fit but i bought the clothing. i never fit but i shaved myself down and pretended that i did. i hid the story until i forgot it myself
i wanted to show you
the bas-m-nt of an event hall where he backed me against a wall and told me all the reasons he would never want to be with a person like me. his spit hitting my face, his insults hitting my guts
i wanted to show you
what it was like to tell our mutual friends and have no one care. they said i misunderstood. but i understood just fine
i wanted to show you
the studio where i learned to make the sounds i heard in my head, late at night, deep in cambridge. some rooms are something more than the walls they’re made of
i wanted to show you
the apartment where i lived with seven different people over as many years, two and a half blocks from ashmont station. its symmetry, its sanctuary
i wanted to show you
how in that same apartment, he stood in the front hallway and told me how sad it was that i had to sell myself to be liked by people he didn’t know, people he was jealous of, people who were kinder to me
i wanted to show you
hearing my name around town, hearing how bad i was, how they had spun my honesty into negativity. that would happen many more times in my life
i wanted to show you
how i speak that language now and i always will, even if i never put it to use again
i wanted to show you
how two things can be true at the same time. how doing your best and living your worst can coexist in the same second, same breath
i wanted to show you
the chord with the extra note, the one that rubs, the one that’s wrong to some. it’s my favorite sound. that’s the one i’ve always wanted to play, the one i’ve always wanted to be. that’s the one that tells the truth. the truth has a rub
can you see it? can you hear it? can you feel it?
can you see it? can you hear it? can you feel it?
can you see it? can you hear it? can you feel it?
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- letra de make time - tiwa savage
- letra de le frasi - tersø
- letra de comprends-tu? - swift guad
- letra de caffeine - minor-u
- letra de triforce rap - yungtown
- letra de walk away - nipho-wisdom