Tuesday Tunes on Friday...

Yes, I know... It's Friday and I should be doing Follow Friday, but I've been listening to this song over, and over, and over again and I just had to post the lyrics. Oh, and being my 150th post I wanted it to be a little special.

Erin Jean at Tales From The Armpit is my adorable 16 year old cousin, who is more like my niece than anything. I feel like we've grown up together, even tho there is a 16 year age difference between the two of us. She is one of my very best friends. Her favorite band is Blue October. Because of her obsessiveness over the years I've started listening to them myself. I recently downloaded their newest album Approaching Normal, released march of 2009, and fell in love with this song.

I'm bad. I play it on repeat all the time. I swear in the last 2 days it has like 20 plays on it on my iPod... I can't even tell you the number of times I've listened to it on my computer. So now I'm making you all listen to it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Picking Up Pieces

Blue October (2009)

I really need to talk with you
I keep stepping on the vein
That keeps my lifeline flowing thru
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue
But I don’t feel perfect at all
Sad and insecure flaw

I find it hard to hold conversations

I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away

Its not you its strictly me in this situation
But, I’m wondering will it ever go away…

just go away, still...

Sometimes I feel like weeping
awake and when I’m sleeping
perfecting how to put a game face on

This puzzle I’ve been keepinghas been in hiding creeping out the closet door
spilling out onto the floor

How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?

Listen, I’ll be as honest as I feel
I feel like I’m getting more paranoid cause I’m hearing things
And they never turn out real
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel
It’s just so heavy all the time

I’m scared of death
And I’m scared of living
I gave up on the past cause it’s unforgiving
I misplaced my trust
I watched my word begin to rust
I’m a balloon about to bust
I need a place for reliving. Still...

Sometimes I feel like weeping
awake and when I’m sleeping
perfecting how to put a game face on
this puzzle I’ve been keeping
has been in hiding creeping out the closet door
spilling out onto the floor

How long will I be picking up pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
be picking up my heart?

be picking up my heart?

picking up my heart?

picking up my heart?

picking up my heart?

Keep picking up my heart...

How long (in another space and time)
Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind
How long (its getting oh so hard to find)
Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind

But I still walk on