This Was Fated

by Octothorpe and the Aglets

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released 12 December 2012

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Track Name: Words
Words are a dangerous place.
There's only one sky.
There's only one sea.
Track Name: Completely Inoffensive Political Correctness
I didn’t realize the camera you gave me was a gift reliant upon appearing together.
I didn’t realize this keyboard you gave me was a gift dependent upon playing together.
I didn’t realize the post-its you gave me were each a tiny gift conditional to sticking together.
I only realize this now, because you say I can keep them if we’re staying together.

I may be yellow, but I ain't a square:
it’s more than your tone that’s making me scared.
It makes me shutter it makes me shiver;
I don't want to be with a Native American giver.

Just try to calm down, try to regain your composure.
I developed every picture; how’s that for full exposure?
Once you learn how to play the piano, just ask your ex-boyfriend for a a new one,
and I drew and wrote on every single post-it note; I guess you can have them back if you want.

I may be yellow, but I ain't a square:
it’s more than your tone that’s making me scared.
It makes me shutter it makes me shiver;
I don't want to be with a Native American giver.

Why would you bother even having them delivered?
I don't want to be with a Native American giver.
Track Name: Lost Cause
You're out with your friends making new memories, while I'm trying to stave off activities that would only pull us more apart - and what good would that be?

I'm trying so hard not to say that everything is gonna be okay. I try to hold my tongue, but it's a lost cause 'cause I still remember how good it was. You think we're better off this way; I'm sure that we can be okay.

We both stopped calling and it's both for your own sake, but how many promises do you intend to break? It seems that all I do is forgive, give or take.

But... I don't mind. It's hard to stay mad when you've had the times we've had. If I hold your hand is that a lost cause or will you remember how good we were? I hope we meet again one day...

I'm so lost. I'm so lost 'cause nothing affects me like your memory does. We might be better off this way, but who are we to even say?
Track Name: Time, Pt. 6
If time is money (and money's overrated), what's that mean for me and my kind?
When you walked in with your hair newly-parted, you didn't know what you started but you outsmarted my mind.

I'm stuck between your world and mine and I angle back and forth. I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth. I wish that time was on my side.

If time is relative and mine are old-fashioned, does that mean that my future is doomed to rely on the past?
I'm picking up new phrases and accents; they're here now for good. How long will they last?

I'm stuck between your world and mine and I toggle back and forth. I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth. I wish that time was on my side. With that, I am on my side.

If time is borrowed, can I have it back?

If time is up, then I have killed it 'cause I had filled it with wounds to repair. But if it's ripe, well, we could take it, and maybe we would make it... is that something you could spare?

If time is linear I don't see where or what the point is (if the segments are disjointed and always moving on).
But if time is cyclical, does that mean we have another chance? Does it mean that nothing's ever truly gone?

When I pushed you away, my timeline re-centered, but you'd already entered into my innards and made me rewind.
That time is funny can't be overstated - what's that mean for me? Does that mean I'm mean? Or am I kind?
Why can't I be kind?

I'm stuck between your world and mine and I tumble back and forth. I never wanted to be that guy, but I don't know what that's worth. I miss my adult mind.

I'm stuck between your world and mine and I struggle to exist. I never wanted to be that guy, so why'd it end up like this? I miss my adult mind, but I guess that I don't mind.
Track Name: Much Better
I'm tired of never being inspired. The flowers in my head have all died and I don't know why.
I like to think I surround myself with creative types of all kinds who like to think but whose eyes can't fulfill the hype in my mind's.
I like to drink (sometimes).

And I don't know what I want anymore, but I want to be better - much, much better.

Somewhere along the way I lost the drive, and all that's been keeping me alive is the hope that someday I will find someone to stimulate my mind, but I've been wrong before; looks like I am wrong once more.
It won't be long before I die or worse (I give up), or worse, I persevere, and I'm so nervous that I have no purpose here. And I feel worthless, dear.

And I don't know what I want anymore, but I want to be better - much, much better. I want to see better - much better.

I've got these paperback books, bound, but I've got no one else around to share their secrets I have found.
I've got a need for company, but it doesn't seem to come for free. This is a plea to comfort me, honestly.
'Cause I'm no good all by myself - always looking for someone else.

I want to be better; I want to see better and clearer. I want to feel better...

I can hear her say, "You do this to yourself, you're the only one to blame. Your guilt, which manifests your fear, provides an anchor for your shame, and by this time next year, you'll have disowned your own name."

Did you mean what you said? Do you think I am empty without you? It's hard not to believe, but it's harder not to make come true.

I'm tired of hurting everyone I meet and of perpetual cold feet, making excuses for defeat, playing what you've said on repeat.

And I'm tired, I'm tired; I'm so tired. I'm tired of being me.

S'been so long since I've been proud of anything I created. I used to be in control (used to think that was related), and now I'm bitter and selfish and jaded, and I hate it.

And I want to get-- and I want to feel-- and I want to see-- and I want to deal-- and I want to be better, and I want it to be real.

I want to be better - much, much better, but I don't know what I want anymore.