Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now?
Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet?
Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts with the efficiency that only youth can harness
And do you still think love is a laserquest
Or do you take it all too seriously?
I’ve tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I’ve had
But you’re always busy, being make believe
And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself, you’re there?
Or has somebodies goodnight kisses got that covered?
Well I’m not being honest
I’ll pretend that you were just some lover
Now I can’t think of there, without thinking of you
I doubt that comes as a surprise
And I can’t think of anything to dream about
I can’t find anywhere to hide
And when I’m hanging on
By the rings around my eyes
And I convince myself I need another
For a minute it gets easier to
Pretend that you were just some lover
When I’m pipe and slippers and rocking chair
Singing dreadful songs about summer
Will I’ve found a better method of
Pretending you were just some lover?
Will I’ve found a better method
Of pretending you were just some lover?
(Love is a laserquest – Arctic Monkeys)
Talvez esse seja um momento divisor na minha vida, daqueles em que você era uma pessoa antes e se torna outra completamente diferente depois. Eu não achei que eu escreveria qualquer coisa sobre isso tão cedo, na verdade, a cada dia que passa eu sinto mais vontade de me esconder, de não usar nenhuma rede social, de não me expor, me isolar. Essa é uma sensação inteiramente nova pra mim porque eu sempre fui muito extrovertida e animada com as pessoas, eu gosto de estar junto… mas ultimamente as coisas ficaram tão pesadas emocionalmente que eu tenho me forçado a fazer as coisas que eu sempre adorei fazer. É exaustivo, é triste e parece infinito.
It is not ok.