Music was everything
Hell, music still is everything
After we mute all the living static
You hear those first beats, or riffs, or words
Then you're seventeen again
Where everything is bright and sounds are clear
But seventeen again is just a dream
That no one can truly know
You can't share what was only yours
I can see and taste and feel those homemade frozen pizza filled lonely antics
The happiest parts of my life
But no one to attribute or share
It's odd feeling alone when you've always loved loneliness
I miss my mindlessness
