mid-December nostalgia

December 16, 2009

I am remembering Peterborough today: my first apartment (George Street) – looking out the window at downtown, the snow, the fireplace, and music. The devolution of studying for existentialist philosophy exams into coy suggestion. Hills covered in ice. Red wine and hot coffee.

Lyrics of the day:

Weakened State (Sarah Harmer)

From the minute you saw it
By the time it left my mouth
I knew you wouldn’t want it
But I had to let it out

I saw your smile, and I fell
Now I just can’t believe
There was no knowing deception, underneath

All that time
Did it pass while you were looking back
Waiting?

I asked for the truth, everytime
And now the ugly details
Are stuck in my mind
And there’s a premonition
I keep putting off
And the more time passes
The more i get soft
I’m standing up there in a weakened state
And it’s not great

All that time
Did it pass while you were looking back
Waiting?

Often I’m waiting on the one
That maybe won’t come
Waiting

And I’m not saying anything
You think that I forgot
Cuz I’m not saying anything
But I’m thinking a lot