Such Gold - Two Year Plan
I hear you’ve been telling all your friends that you’re done with me like you always knew things wouldn’t work out. And I’ve been hearing things from people that I don’t want to talk to, like it matters who you’re sleeping with now. Can I erase from my mind anything that you said or any time that we spent with each other? I don’t want to waste away another cell on a memory when you’re just another meaningless lover. Forget the nights that we spent laughing until the morning on your bedroom floor without a thought about your roommate asleep down the hall. Forget the days we’d waste in bed, tangled, the smoke still on your breath, undressed and pinning you up to the wall. I swore I heard you talking when I was tossing in my sleep. You were always trying to walk in circles around me. I was out one night when I saw you and you froze me where I stood. I would hate you if I could. I would hate you but I’m not finished yet. Even you, up on that pedestal, the time will come when you will deconstruct yourself and remake what you are. When it does you’ll remember me and the words I spoke and wonder how you ever could have strayed so far.
Everybody knows that people deeply associate music with a sense of freedom, like they will go to a concert and they’ll be like, wow, I felt so free. But why is that so? It is because music destroys people’s psychological identity temporarily. They don’t have to think about who they are, what are they going to do tomorrow. They don’t have to think about any of that. They actually become who they truly are. And the more time you spend in that condition, actually, the more free you feel, and that’s - it’s accumulative. Then you start taking that feeling into life.