Everything and Nothing

I am writing such wordy songs these days. I am incapable of doing short and sweet right now. This next song is all words. It might as well be poetry. I like the fact that each verse goes into a different variation of the overall theme. Increasing or decreasing in intensity.

I wrote this about 6 months ago. What I did was I took all of the angst and passion of my youth, and played off of the dramaticsm, and the naivety. I like the result. Its kind of a flipped view on who I am, and who I was. The me now would never feel this way, I would be more "Whatever, it's cool." But its nice I can still write about it. This another one of the few songs I write for myself and no one else; a progress report of sorts.

Everything and Nothing

Verse
I'm just a child watching the wind blow the grass.

I'm just the sky watching the clouds as they form.

I'm just a heart whose only thought is to beat.

I'm just a tree telling my leaves to come out.

Chorus
I'm everything
And I'm nothing.

You can tell yourself

Whatever you want.
If you believe something
It doesn't make it true.

Verse
I am a lion's paw running on the dessert.
I am a warrior's call as he's charging into war.

I'm the broken glass shattered in a wind storm.

I'm a lover scorned torn from the pages of a play.

Chorus
I'm all of this

And I'm nothing.

You can tell yourself,

If it helps you sleep at night.
If you believe something
It doesn't make it true.

Verse

I'm the car you drive, always running on empty.

I am the sign you hang outside your bedroom door.
I am the hair you twirl around your middle finger.
I am the clothes scattered by the bed on your floor.

Bridge/Build
I am the dirt on the chewing gum on your shoe.

I am the broken lamp you fixed with crazy glue.

I am the cigarette smoke you're waiting to exhale.
I am the paradigm shift.
I'm a white snow drift.
The harmony, the build,
And the lead guitar riff.
I am the center of the stage,
And the bars on your cage.
The holes in your jeans;
The face in your dreams.

PreChorus
You told me you loved me.

You told me you loved me.

You told me you loved me.
What a silly thing to believe.

Chorus

It's easier to believe

That I can be all
Of these other things,
Than someone that means
Anything to you.

Outro
You're my favorite sweater.
You're the skip in the song.

You're a brownie pan with all the corner pieces gone.

You're the sprinklers on my childhood lawn.
If you believe something

Why can't it just come true?