This Modern Love - Bloc Party

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

You've been trying to reach me

You bought me a book

To be lost in the forest

To be cut adrift

I've been paid, I've been paid

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

I will be yours

I'll pay for you, anytime

I'll pay for you, anytime

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away

You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness

Jump right

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

Jump left

What are you holding out for?

What's always in the way?

Why so damn absent-minded?

Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me

This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Throw your arms around me

Being

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

They tell you to be or not to be, that is the question
But can they even answer it?
Shrouded in mystery, yet ever insatiable
The way that I look to it confuses me
Puzzles me
Dazzles me
The mystery….

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Individuality…can this be the key to the complexity?
The quest only results in alienation
The lack of communicable satisfaction
Culture, Culture, Society
Going against individuality
But is this being truly free?

Must you follow in order to be?
Oh, the epitome of individuality
The words that shape definity
Yet ever so frequently lack true clarity

I’m workin’ till 4, 4, 4 in the afternoon.
The depth hits me like a giant monsoon
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?

Is this truly me?
What does it even mean to be?
Must I exist simply, merely?
Or can I be he who stands clearly, sincerely?

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Nearing twenty years of education
Supposed to love to learn, why?
Take a look into my eyes
Then glance over at what seems to be the prize
Don’t get blinded by the sunrise…

Take a look into my eyes.

For me, to be exists not so precariously
Anything but love is unsatisfactory
I live for you even if you don’t live for me
After all
For me, to be exists not so precariously
Let me be the one who sets you free.

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…



---This is a poem/song I just wrote and decided to name it Being. Please criticize it and let me know what you think!