Moon's melancholic mumblings

Old Habits Die Hard (Revisited)

moondai — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 23:43:01 +0000

“I’ll be dying soon”
You told me with your tired eyes
“…And you’re gonna be just fine”
You assured me with your trembling voice
And I just don’t know what to do
If I knew, you wouldn’t be here
Chained to this hospital bed
It’s sad that no one comes to see you
Not even me, I admit
At least not anymore
Cause you’ve been sick for so long
It’s becoming a habit now
And we all know old habits die hard
But they die, eventually
We’ve been waiting and waiting
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But I don’t want to
I guess I’m selfish that way
Thinking as long as it’s not me
But one day
Tables might turn
It might be me chained to this bed
Day in, day out
Year in, year out
It’s going to become a habit
And you know what they say
About old habits dying hard
They die… eventually
Just like you did
Yesterday

Do You Still Love Me

moondai — Mon, 21 Jan 2013 21:41:29 +0000

We can dance the night away too easily
When the world around us is falling apart
Brick by brick, heart by heart
Is it you or is it just me
Like it’s always been?

You kiss me, I kiss you back
But love is rarely that black and white
But what do I know, right
There are questions I’m afraid to ask
Do you still love me?

This Love

moondai — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 20:50:37 +0000

You told me I was beautiful
As you kissed my lips and took me to your bed
We made love like we always do
But somehow it still didn’t make me love you

I forgot how it was to feel loved
To have someone in my life who wanted me
Who would have me just the way I am
But who am I? I ask myself over and over again

All these years of pain and regrets
Made me oh so cold inside
I feel nothing now
Though I want to, but I just don’t know how

He tries and tries
While I play the part
He falls deeply in love with me
Yet I’m not sure what to feel

Is this love
Or simply lust
Or just a favour of some sort
Cause he too been lonely for so long

Or maybe it’s real
He’s a good guy, the best I might ever meet
Time to move on and be loved
Like I deserve to be loved

Pancakes (revisited)

moondai — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 22:11:42 +0000

Have you ever had that moment…

You’re dying for some pancakes and so you decide to make them… so you take out all the stuff you need and realize… you don’t have milk. So you go to the supermarket to get it, and while you’re there you get strawberries and vanilla ice cream for dessert, cause, you know, why not? And then you also get tampons and deodorant, cause you’re all out… and what the hell, might as well get pasta for tomorrow’s dinner…

Then you come home and realize… where’s the milk?

I have the exact same thing with you. You see, I wanted to love you, but I wasn’t able to give you love. I started a relationship with you anyway and while I was at your place, I walked your dog with you and sat next to you on the couch and kissed you and had dinner with your family and laughed at your stupid jokes… and when the relationship was over, I realized I forgot to actually love you…

I’m just saying… you can’t make pancakes without milk… and you can’t truly love someone without love… That is why I don’t like pancakes… and I don’t drink milk…

(original text in Dutch by Kila & Babsie)

As We Used To Be

moondai — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 21:45:39 +0000

A few summers ago
We were both so young
So naive but oh so in love
They kept telling us
This kind of puppy love
Won’t last long
But we kept telling them off
Not knowing they were right
How we wished they were wrong
Now a few years later
It’s weird seeing you again
How we know so much about each other
Yet I don’t know you anymore
But that’s okay
Cause in the past you’ll stay
As perfect as we used to be

Baby, It’s You

moondai — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 23:41:07 +0000

Autumn rain on my skin
My love, where have you been
I’ve been missing you ever since
Those words left my lips

Maybe I had a bit much to drink
Confusing me in what I think
Or maybe I should embrace these feelings
And tell you what I’ve been missing

‘Cause baby, it’s you

Home

moondai — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 22:16:29 +0000

Old man sitting at the window
Of his old two bedroom home
He’s waiting for his wife
But he forgot she died
Five long years ago
But he just doesn’t know
He just can’t remember much
Now all that remains is his love
An empty bed
And a tumor in his head
He just stares outside every day
Wasting his life away
But maybe someday soon
His beloved June
Will return home again
Holding hands
In heaven they’ll roam
Happily ever after
She’s finally home

Hush, Little Baby

moondai — Tue, 10 Jul 2012 21:15:30 +0000

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
You’re still the prettiest in the world
I know it’s too late to buy you a mockingbird

But hush now baby don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna give you wings and let you fly
Right up there, high in the clear blue sky

If you’re afraid to fly so high and fall right back down
I’ll catch you with my loving arms, but you should go now
Before relieve gets replaced by severe doubts

So hush, little baby, don’t say a word
Maybe grandpa will give you that mockingbird
After all he’s been waiting for you, my sweet little girl

Sweet Child of Mine

moondai — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 18:49:13 +0000

Sweet child of mine
I’ve run out of lullabies
So I guess it’s time to say goodbye

It’s now or never
But never seems like forever
And I can’t seem to choose what’s better

Life and death
Here in this bed
Nothing’s been said

As a mother I chose what’s best
Cause death doesn’t seem so bad
Why can’t he understand that

Cause forever would only last one more month
I don’t understand why he’d let him suffer that way
Our poor little son

Marry Me (part 1)

moondai — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 21:57:30 +0000

You ask me if there is a God
Someone to take you out of this shit hole
But who am I to say if He’s a fraud
Cause no one really knows

You lie awake each and every night
Praying to anyone who’s willing to hear you
You’re starting to wonder if you should just die
For death may be the only way out for you

Then you meet this nice young fellow
Who’s willing to love you for a lifetime
While deep down inside you just want to go
Go right back to the father of your child

‘Marry me’, he asks unromantically
It’s his first time, you can tell
From the outside looking in, it’s rather sweet
But we all know, it’ll be a marriage from hell