Precious Things

Pieces that have broken along the way from where you came from to where you are... Running through open, white spaces, cutting your feet on glass flying through the air, twisting limbs and cold fingertips digging at the earth. Children laughing and pointing fingers. Being so desperate for attention that you'll take anything that can be interpreted as a compliment to heart. That's what I see when I listen to this, anyway.

"Precious Things" is a perfect song for heated anger or passionate pain, for regret and confusion. I'm not really sure. But earlier today I listened to this, the original version, with the drums and the effects that make the "I..." dig deep into my chest as the soundwaves crash against me... And I was curled up on the bed with a hard, blazing look in my eyes - well, I didn't see my eyes, but they felt hard and blazing - anger at the world and at my past and present welling up inside. This song shakes the very ground I stand of every time I allow it to slip inside of me. I haven't in a long time, because it hurts. It's a song made out of four years ago and pictures inside of my head that I can't seem to get a hold of, now. Everything slips away. 

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so I ran faster

but it caught me here

yes, my loyalties turned

like my ankle

in the seventh grade

running after Billy

running after the rain

these precious things

let them bleed

let them wash away

these precious things

let them break

their hold on me

I...

he said, "you're really an ugly girl,

but I like the way you play."

and I died

but I thanked him

can you believe that?

sick, sick

holding on to his picture

dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces

of those beautiful boys

those christian boys

so you can make me come

that doesn't make you Jesus

these precious things

let them bleed

let them wash away

these precious things

let them break

their hold on me

I...

...I remember, yes

in my peach party dress

no one dared

no one cared to tell me

where the pretty girls are

those demigods

with their nine inch nails

and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

these precious things

let them bleed

let them wash away

these precious things

let them bleed

let them wash away

these, these precious things

let them bleed, now

let them wash away

these, these precious things

let them break

their hold on me

I...