Best Of Me

Today was a very productive day for many lyrics.

 

Over the last little bit, I’ve been chipping away at some stuff that was previously shared here. It’s all part of a seasonal release idea, which is something that was actually ripped off from Weezer. There are a few differences that I’ll reveal once things start to take shape a bit more, but I’d essentially be releasing a lyrical grouping with six pieces on the first day of every season. (Since there’s a lot of work to go, it might not actually see the light of day until 2024. I really want to have everything finished before the first grouping goes live so that I’m not rushing something to meet a pre-determined deadline.)

 

Anyway, a few titles have been fully fleshed out over the past few hours. Black Squirrel is much different than the last version I posted here, now having two verses and several reworked lyrics beyond that. Dreaming Of Foxes is also a fully-formed thing and with that, the first version of the autumn grouping is done.

 

I tweaked something called Every Night Is An Adventure as well, so it’s seemingly in pretty good shape. As far as how many things are fully-fleshed out for each season, I have three for spring, four for summer, all six for autumn and two for winter.

 

Wanting to continue with this momentum, I decided to grab a lyric fragment sitting around and played with it a bit. Reworking some of its structure, I kind of freestyles some stream of consciousness lyrics around what was already there. I’m not sure if it’ll end up on the grouping it was written for, but I thought I’d share what came out of it anyway.

 

As you may have guessed from the title of this post, it’s called Best Of Me.

 

Gonna make it a year to remember

Despite a fall that I’d like to forget

Though I can’t see a thing moving forward

It just means that my path isn’t set

 

One minute past midnight, adrift in the starlight

I crawled back to bed, made for 12 rounds still upright

 

I’ve been trying to envision a future

As this darkness still ripples across

Now my gears start to grind like they’re clockwork

But it’s pointless to dwell on what’s lost

 

One minute past midnight, adrift in the starlight

I crawled back to bed, made for 12 rounds still upright

 

But I know, it’s only ancient history

You should know, it’s in the little victories

 

Still I know, it’s only ancient history

You should know, you’ll never get the best of me

 

You missed out on the best of me, missed out on the best of me

You really oughta know, really oughta know

 

Full stop, midnight when the ball dropped

I was sitting on top, never coming down

 

Same scenes, somewhere in an old dream

Missed out on the best of me and now you play the clown

 

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