find my way back to the start

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There was a new girl in town. She had it all figured out. (Had it all figured out) And I'll state something rash. She had the most amazing....smile. I bet you didn't expect that. But she made me change my ways. (She made me change my ways) With eyes like sunsets baby. And legs that went on for days. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. She made her way to the bar. I tried to talk to her. But she seemed so far. (She seems so far) Outta my league. I had to find a way to get her next to me. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. Oh she's slippin' away. I always freeze when I'm thinking of words to say. All the things she does. Make it seem like love. If it's just a game. (Just a game) Then I like the way that we play. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. Into your arms. Into your arms.

into your arms

Deep down she had the jitters. It never showed on her face because she mastered her emotions to not show on her face after years of distress and almost torture like growing up. Lily had no idea what she really got herself into. After not going to school for about four years, she felt it was time. Or well her brothers, felt it was time she got out there. She reintroduce herself and get back in the world where she could express herself. Start over, start new relationships and start the next chapter in her life. Spending so much time at home and rarely ever leaving it, it felt like forever since she could even say that she had been out and about. Yet she hadn't been, not really, anyways. Even though over the last four years since graduating high school, she had spent approximately only a few days every month outside of her house, whether that was going to the park to get some fresh air and some ideas, or going to the store with one of her siblings. But during that time frame, things were just different. She didn't have any interest in doing anything. She lost her father, she was in mourning. She lost her mother, but at that point she could have cared less where she had gone off to because at this certain point in time it didn't matter. She wasn't there to care for her eight children and didn't care for the fact that her husband had died because of her departure. So anything related to her was just pushed out the window. But Lily was also recuperating. She was regaining the insecurities that she had gotten rid of towards the end of senior year. With the loss of her child, the news of her boyfriend going off the deep end, her father passing away, the world just came crashing down on top of her.

Though considering now, after four years, she was making a difference in her life. Well, a forceful difference. Coming out of her room, her shell, her sanctuary to learn more about painting, about drawing. She was already an excellent painter, but she wanted more muse. She wanted to be able to understand more of what was out there, and having been cooped up for so long it was time. With her satchel in tow filled with a drawing sketch book, pencils; both lead and colored, Lily set out towards possibly the park or sit next to one of the ponds/lakes that roamed the area within each park. She didn't really know where she would end up considering she never explored New York before. At least not on her own. She always went with her father or siblings, but doing it on her own was something else. A different experience, but an exciting one. It got her siblings off her back for finally getting out of the house, for taking in what she could with finding something to bring her mood up. To make get out of her dreary slump.

Lily eventually ended upon a bench next to one of the ponds. Swans, geese, ducks, all the birds that floated on the surface of the water seemed to be afloat this afternoon. She had already gathered the scenery on the page, but drawing the birds seemed to be something that just troubled her. The placement, she loved their figures, but placing them was something that seemed as if they just moved across the page. There was plenty of gray markings throughout the picture. The imperfections of changing her mind, starting over with the swans. Trying to make them perfect, making sure everything looked just right. Something that drove her nuts if it wasn't. She kept a watchful eye for anyone that came close to her, as she wasn't truly in the position to speak with anyone. Actually, let me rephrase that. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She didn't want to share anything with anyone. Not the bench, not her picture or her words describing it. Not her past, not anything. And yet it felt like it was something that was just waiting to happen. Something that was just going to happen no matter what she did to prevent it from continuing further along.

* - - try to speak

but nothing's coming

The day before this one Mikey had realised that he hadn't done any writing, not even one line of words had made it to paper and that bothered him. While the band had been on tour he had had his trusty notebook out at every possible moment, jotting down a line here and there, piecing bits together and making them work together and forming something that may or may not make it into song form. He was a very strong believer of having that damn notebook with him almost everywhere he went because one never knew when something brilliant would come to mind that one just needed to write down - there had been far too many instances before the notebook where he'd take napkins and borrow pens from people just to write down a few lines, people didn't like it all that much when you ran around looking for something to write with and on. But he was weird and he was more than okay with that. 

He had no plans for the day so he decided that it was the perfect day to sit in the park for a while, pen in hand and try to write some songs - or at least some words that could be made into songs since he didn't call all the shots in the band because hey, they would be rude and controlling and he was neither of those things unless he needed to be, and that wasn't very often. He had been on the road with the band for about a year, he had enjoyed the hell out of his time but he had missed the hell out of New York as well. It was his home, where he had grown up, where his musical career had started. If it wasn't for New York then he didn't know what he'd be doing. Okay so there was a chance that he'd be where he was now but just in another city or town. Since he had been back he hadn't really had a chance to enjoy the little things that he had loved about the place, so on the way to the park he thought that he'd visit a place or two that he had loved. He had enjoyed his wandering, visiting places that he had missed - until it came to visiting one particular cafe that he had always frequented before tour. It was gone. It had been somewhat devastating, they had made some of the best coffee he had tasted and now it was gone. He made a mental note to ask Dan what happened to it the next time he spoke to him. 

After getting over the initial shock of finding out one of his favourite cafes were no longer in existence he moved on to the park - without the coffee that he had planned on taking because he couldn't disappoint himself with one from another place. He had always liked the atmosphere that most parks had, the peacefulness that most of them held. Of course they all had their downsides from time to time but they were things that Mikey could easily overlook - plus sometimes they gave some inspiration for some lyrics that he was writing down. Today he walked along a path for a while, until he came to a pond where various birds were enjoying the water, Yes, this was where he was going to sit and write today, at least for a while anyway. His eyes scanned the area until they found a bench that was only partly occupied. He was sure that the girl sitting on one side of it wouldn't mind if he joined her. He sat and took out his notebook and pen, for a few moments he looked out over the scene before his eyes wandered and looked at what the girl was doing. A small smile came to his lips when he saw that she was drawing, and it was a good drawing if he did say so himself. Even so, he kept his opinions on her artwork to himself and tried to focus on putting some words to paper.

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notes - was supposed to reply to this the other day, oops.

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♥♥♥

There was a new girl in town. She had it all figured out. (Had it all figured out) And I'll state something rash. She had the most amazing....smile. I bet you didn't expect that. But she made me change my ways. (She made me change my ways) With eyes like sunsets baby. And legs that went on for days. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. She made her way to the bar. I tried to talk to her. But she seemed so far. (She seems so far) Outta my league. I had to find a way to get her next to me. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. Oh she's slippin' away. I always freeze when I'm thinking of words to say. All the things she does. Make it seem like love. If it's just a game. (Just a game) Then I like the way that we play. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. I'm fallin' in love But it's fallin' apart. I need to find my way back to the start. When we were in love. Oh things were better than they are. Let me back into. Into your arms. Into your arms. Into your arms. Into your arms.

into your arms

She felt nervous in her own skin. Sticky, stuck, the feeling just didn't go away. It was like her years stuck in her room for so long have gotten the best of her. Unable to make relationships within four walls was hard enough, she didn't care, but coming out to the real world. To the outside world where her sanctuary was no longer apart of it, it was different. She felt as if she would have to re-assimilate all over again. Relearn what it was like to be normal, to be part of the society and a crowd. To understand how people work, how it was like to be somewhat normal to the human eye. She didn't understand that. And yet it was hardest thing to do as if she was child leaving her parents for kindergarten or preschool all over again. It was something she was going to get use it, but she didn't know how the road ahead was going to take her to where she wanted to go. It could lead her anywhere, she was just there for the ride.

She sat criss-crossed on the bench with her notebook on her lap. She tried to get the view of the pond where the birds and other wildlife came about, but she wasn't sure how she really wanted it to come out. It just seemed like such a harder task at hand because she hadn't drawn anything from a view like this for a long while. It was all out of memories or staring at pictures on the internet for ideas, but to look at places and objects right before out while sitting outside was a different perspective, something she really enjoyed but at the same time it was something she was going to have to get use to again. As she paid more attention to what laid before her, she never realized someone had sat down or at least was coming over to the bench to sake claim to the half she wasn't using. It wasn't until he sat did she notice it him, it probably wouldn't have been that bad, though she got extremely nervous around people ever since she began to associate herself back into the real world and go to college. Lily could feel the staring that the guy was doing as he was probably looking more at her artwork than anything, but it started to make her feel like she should have crawled into a box to hide or something. For she didn't really mind, but in the end was something that she wasn't use to. After a few moments she looked up, and tried to not make a big commotion of looking up at him, wondering what he was doing. She could tell that he had his own notebook. Looked as if it was almost blank, yet she could tell that it was worn. Always being used, depending on what it was though. She couldn't really tell minus a few words lining the top of the page. "You write?" she said as it came out of no where. She surprised herself even, not realizing she had just blurted that out without even really thinking about it.

* - - try to speak

but nothing's coming

He had liked to write since he was young, he had probably started trying to write weird short stories when he was twelve, maybe thirteen. Not long after that his writing had taken a more poetic turn, then when the music came along his writing was more focused on lyrics more than anything. It always made him happy when he was able to write something meaningful and even more so when it found it's way into a song and then even more so when some kid from across the world told him how much that one lyric meant to him. Because that did happen and god damn did it make him happy and happy was the best thing to feel in any situation - okay so maybe not any situation but at least most of them. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had focused his writing on the short stories that he had started when he had first started writing, would he be some hot shot famous author now or would he be something else? He didn't think about it too often though because he liked where he was in life, and his career, he didn't want to change a thing. Except maybe how often he saw the people that he cared about - other than the band mates of course. There were friends that he missed like crazy when he was away, if only there was a way for him to see them more often while on tour. And no, skype does not count as seeing them for Mikey.

The page had managed to gain a few lines of words before the girl spoke up, taking Mikey by surprise a little. He didn't jump, but he was close to it with his mind being focused on the words and adding more and not on that which was happening around him - did she move before speaking, did she try to get his attention? He had no damn idea. Lifting his head up and looking to the girl he smiled. "That I do." He said before glancing at her drawing, he took a mental note that it was still great as if he had expected it to become less so since the last time he had glanced at it, without permission. "I like your drawing." He said as he indicated to the sketch, hoping that she didn't mind that he had taken a peek. "I saw it when I sat down, I didn't say anything 'cause I didn't want to break your concentration." Or whatever it was that artists had, he wasn't the best artist out there when it came to drawing and what not, though that didn't mean that he hadn't tried because he had - mainly in high school art class. 

Glancing back at his notebook he wondered whether it could be considered rude if he turned his attention back to it. He decided that it would be and closed it, keeping the pencil in it so he didn't lose where he was working - he used a pencil because it made it a great deal easier to change things if he decided that he didn't like them. "I'm Mikey." He said after a few moments, offering a hand for her to shake if she so wished to. He had met so many new people over the past year of touring but he had to admit meeting people in this setting was a lot more appealing than meeting them at organised meet and greets, after and before gigs and in hotel lobbies and airports. That being said, he did love to meet fans but sometimes it was nice to meet someone who didn't know how you were until you told them as such.

tagged - lily briar graham / words - 623
notes - shitty post is shitty and late.