[text] i could say i'm sorry but i'm not (except i am. i really, really am.)

[frostythehitman]

I've finally got this song together, but I'm still stumped on the title. I'm putting the lyrics in here for anyone who's got any ideas. Consider this an open call for song title suggestions.


Lyrics:
You punched a hole in my heart, and now
I'm an empty vessel, waiting for the music to fill the blank spaces.
What am I supposed to do now?
Nothing left but to forget all the sneering faces

I feel like a forgotten bag of chips abandoned on the streets, my soul shattered and scattering to the winds like potato leaves.
I’d break the whole world if I could
Just to make sure no one ever has to grieves
Again, and I'd break the whole world but I don't think that I should

The emptiness inside of me is hardening like cement
And now there's nothing that can fit through the cracks and spaces
Nothing left but to watch the spiraling descent
Nothing left but to remember all the sneering faces

I feel like a forgotten bag of chips abandoned on the streets, my soul shattered and scattering to the winds like potato leaves.
I’d break the whole world if I could
Just to make sure no one ever has to grieves
Again, and I'd break the whole world but I don't think that I should

[fade out]

Comments

me every single day i continue to play a bat

[rednerd]

We haven't had a draft YET.
You can't discount a military draft with current modern politics.

[Even if Tim is too stubborn to give up an analytical argument, he does pause to wonder how they went from shitty song titles to bickering about the state of education and the military. God.

On his end, he sighs.]

That doesn't help your initial cause, you know.
Are you pretending to possibly shuck a college education for the sake of "family legacy"?
Just because your family was in the military doesn't mean you have to be, too.

[frostythehitman]

[ it's like a youtube comment chain. It starts out talking about how cute that dog was at 0:43, and then right below it, the most recent comment about how communists have been the cancer killing America from the inside out for the past 80 years. ]

Holy crap, man, I never even said I was going to the army for sure. I was just saying it's an option before you started yelling about how it's the worst thing ever.

I don't know what I'm doing yet, I've still got like another whole year to figure it out.

[rednerd]

Do what you're passionate about is all I can say.

I guess you have to decide whether you want to sing first or be on the front line first and MAYBE sing after.

[frostythehitman]

[ oh my god this is like every conversation he has with his dad or the other majors on base. set him free from this horrible discussion, he doesn't want to have to do all this damn introspection. ]

Yeah, yeah, I'm working on finding my passion and deciding my future, etc etc etc

If you're so wise and all-knowing about the future, what are you gonna do?

[rednerd]

Obtain a piece of flimsy paper that undermines what I can actually do by shoving it beneath the label "CompSci" so I can apply for a job at Retrospec and destroy them from within for their embarrassing excuse for an application.

[frostythehitman]

All right, you know what, that's a pretty solid plan.

How long's that gonna take, though? You think Retrospec is gonna stick around long enough for it?

[rednerd]

I'm hoping they don't, but at the rate things are going, we're going to be eighty telling grandkids what it was like when their pranks first started.

Maybe another company will come along with a similar and better product, and then they'll become obsolete. Like Recolspace.

[frostythehitman]

How is that better? Then we'll just have two companies messing with our heads.

[rednerd]

I said similar and BETTER product. Which, you know, hopefully doesn't involve an app or building that screws everyone over.

[frostythehitman]

You say that as if the 'product' isn't a load of bull by default. There's a million social media apps out there, the only thing this one brings to the table is the creepy hallucinations and weird changes that no one else remembers.