settling.

i've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue has tied off.
my brain's repeating,
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
but they never make it past my mouth.

this is the sound of settling,
this is the sound of settling,
this is the sound of settling

our youth is fleeting,
our old age is just around the bend
and i can't wait to go gray
and i'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if i'd only thought of something charming to say
-death cab

i don't ever want to settle for the things in my life, but i feel it's inevitable. i've realized that i just don't have the strength in me i thought i did...















...i'm weak.