I wonder why I get to think about a lot of things when it’s near midnight.
Often, before I go to sleep, I’d get my laptop and just type a few lines of possible songs for my band. Well, I do manage to write songs. I’ve finished a few, actually. It just needs chords and of course, recording. The Ataris inspires me to write songs, you know.
And I often remember past events that made me who I am right now. Bittersweet memories. There are always a lot of could-haves and should-haves, but the moment has passed and now it’s too late to turn things around. Oh hey, I might make this a composition.
Anyway, I just wrote a pointless post just to update this blog. I’m online but I don’t post. I rarely backread too nowadays. So, here’s a few lines from my current composition draft:
You’re still the face inside my head
The voice behind the masquerade
Of lies that keep me fed
With promises that you wasted
You’re still the face inside my head
The shadow haunting me in bed
That make me remember every phrase
Of promises that you erased
But IDK. I might change a few lines.
