Indecision Clouds My Vision, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

Let it go, I know.
I think too much I think.
Would you sit here with me now?
Sit and stare, don’t blink.
Or take me out, don’t doubt
That I can make it through
The night without wondering
About the things I do.
And worrying that I
Don’t have it figured out,
I was never good at puzzles
Or mapping the right route.
Or making up my mind,
But oh I can be kind.
Too bad niceness won’t buy
The answers to these whys
And wheres and whens and hows
And whos and whats’ now,
So I could just move on
As decisions would allow.
I guess that now you might
Just keep me in tonight.
I think too much I think.
I think that I am right.




Posted: 2005-04-15 02:30:58 UTC

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2005-12-02 04:16:54Faith
Very interesting rythem in this poem... it gives a sense of urgency. Well done!