there's a song inside of me, with your name written on it.

Yesterday while driving, I flopped in an old disc into the stereo and not knowing what I put in, I started to hear a song that brought a smile to my face. An old memory of someone/a time. And I thought about how many people have loved those certain songs. A memory of then/of when they felt in love or a memory of a summers day by the campfire with friends.
And I thought about just how many people got through a lot of bad times with those certain songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if i wrote one of them, i would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope that they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. and I'm only one person.

hey ocean

love this band. been on constent repeat on my ipod

can't remember your last smile
i think i made it happen though
then you took me off to the station once more
i know that look in your eyes (you don't want to say what your thinking)
and i use to blame myself, for the ways of your thinking
there's a hole in this story, there's something i haven't seen
and for now, you want to keep it to yourself
but if you're lonely, tell me

I have tried and tried, and i can't seem to find any good sleep
you think i will just go on without noticing?
your attentions are sweet. but you don't want to listen to me
would you rather have us complete this misery?