The Designs of Humanity

Sometimes I think about who we are.

brothers on a hotel bed

“You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
‘Cause I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for
Both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside
And I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men
‘Cause now we say goodnight
From our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me as our december sun is setting
‘Cause I’m not who I used to be”

this is a deathcab for cutie song that’s definitely worth checking out. people spend so much of their lives looking for the person who matches them – who they can feel so comfortable around that they feel no pressure to be someone else. when they find that person, maybe they get so used to being with them, that it’s just about like being alone. maybe we all need to find the person who makes us feel alive, instead of the person who makes us feel the most comfortable.

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