Young Writers Society

The orchestra rang with bows dancing across strings.
Sleepy melodies, and conveyed emotions by the players
All created such a soft and surreal setting.
Musical language being used in such a delicate way
With phrases I don't recall ever hearing before
Being quoted from a mind somewhere distant but
Attached to your physical mass so close by... right at my fingertips
If I let go I might lose you, I can't do it

My roommate and myself leave the school in the afternoon...
My parents haven't been home in weeks, I'm losing sense
My house has turned into a tranquil space in the attic
It's the only room that's even worthwhile being in
He just lays there in agony... he's lost someone so important
And here you and I are, we're just friends, all platonic love
Yet I need to cling to you... keep you close to my heart
If I let go I might lose you, I can't do it

Because if I lost you I would be losing the most important thing
Because if I lost you, I would be losing the last thing I have
I've already given up on so much this year, and I plan to get it back
I just want to wait another year... I'm not strong enough to do it yet...

The upcoming year is too close.
No resolution will come true now.

But my mind wanders back from the thoughts of what I lost
It tells me to grasp you close to me, it's late at night
My roommate's in bed and we're on the floor...
Maybe I'm just selfish for caring about you so much...

Tell me if it's ever just too much...