Why Must Singing Be Difficult? My Can't I Just Go Tra La La In Peace?

Am I just an idea

A sweet little thought?

Why couldn't I be your promise?

Why can your love only be bought?

Bought with my achievements

Bought with fake smiles and laughter

Why can't it be enough?

Why is your attention still all I'm after?

My beloved little pigeons, so simple, so pure

I think of you every waking moment, you're all that I adore

You're feathers, a pleasant grey, and I have to say, they make me love you even more

My pleasant little pigeons, I hope you get far as you soar

Ferdinand von Wright (Finnish, 1822–1906), "From the Garden: Flowers and Birds" (detail)

I'm gonna do the adult thing and have shower cry real quick, then see how much of that analysis I can complete before the deadline in an hour and a half

Shit, I'm supposed to be doing homework, not scrolling through tumblr

I went thrifting today (yesterday? when you stay up past midnight, time gets weird...) but it's to late for me to take pictures now

Standing in the rain. I tried, but it was in vain

All of my effort have gone to waste

Standing in the rain, wishing it could wash away the pain

Wishing all my mistakes could be erased

Yet I still stand here, as if I can just pretend

Pretend if I stood here long enough, it would all be okay again

Old Town Hall, Salem MA. One of the filming locations for Hocus Pocus