I’m moving on
On with the rest of my life
I feel ashamed
Selfish for smiling
In the moments
When you’re not on my mind
It’s not my choice
Love to stay and replay the days
Of when you were here
Like a skipping song
I’m moving on
Any moment now
I’ll feel the change
And let you go
But I still see you
From the corner of my eyes
I fall back in
My new life frays and delays
Like a skipping song
Like a skipping song
Footnotes
Well, it’s been a few days now. I’m sure there’s more to come but I’ve written two songs other than this one songs and feel not better but in a little more control and centered.
My body is starting to come down and relax a bit. I want to just keep writing deep songs about J____ but I am a little out of gas and I don’t want to ruminate. I kind of feel bad that I worked through those intense songs so quickly, because there was solace and comfort in all the emotions that went through me. I guess that’s good.
Now I feel in purgatory between my life with J____ and my life without him. Feels like a skipping record.