Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper
lindseykuper

This is what I did tonight instead of running.

Whoa. Wow. I hadn't written a song since October. It's dorky. It's quirky. It was a long time coming. I'm really happy about it.

Your back seat's cluttered with our morning haste:
Best of Bowie in a Promise Ring case.
I scraped both knees on the way to the train for you.
You know I'm always twenty minutes late,
you know I think that stupid puns are great,
and now you know that I'm gonna wait for you
'cause I'd been waiting for so long
for someone else who valued spontaneity
when you said "Let's buy that house."
And now I'm waking up again, like I knew I would,
and it's taking everything that I've ever learned.
It was never so easy to fall so hard.
I want to always have fading rubber stamps
from shows we went to on my wrists and hands.
I want to always be making some kind of plans with you.
Earphones seated low and tight,
cables dressed for four-hour flight:
I'll be in Portland at 9:25 with you
'cause I'd been waiting for so long
for someone else who valued spontaneity
when you said "Let's buy that house."
And now I'm waking up again, like I knew I would,
and it's taking everything that I've ever learned.
It was never so easy to fall so hard.
Waking up again, like I knew I would,
and it's taking everything that I've ever learned:
all the mistakes that I ever made then
and every trace of wisdom I ever gained from them,
every time I ever second-guessed myself
whenever I tried to be someone else,
whenever I couldn't stand to just read my lines
was practice for this time.
My whole life feels like practice for this time.

Apologies to Pam zerbie if I kept you awake playing. I think I got my fix.

Tags: drama-free zone, songwriting
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