Music in my Head

This Friday I got invited to go to the football game.

Apparently the possibility of it being their last game (which it was) makes it crucial for me to be there.

Because my presence in the crowd is a real game changer you know.

But I respectfully declined,

Cause I've got music in my head.

I was also asked to come watch a movie at my friends house that night.

Perhaps I would've met a nice girl. Chances are we might have talked about favorite snack foods, or how we both love cookie dough better than actual cookies. Maybe even our meeting could be the start of a relationship, or eventual high school sweethearts getting married.

But it would probably be just another nice girl I met.

Though none of that mattered, I didn't care to attend.

I've got music in my head, and that's all I need.

My mind composes a symphony so sweet, a melody so marvelous, and a harmony so heavenly that it puts those Friday Night Lights and nice girls to shame.

I weave together rhythm so relaxing it could sing Satan to sleep.

And it's all in my head.

A world so brilliant it dulls my surroundings. Or, rather, my surroundings were never brilliant to begin with.



With my Treble Clef eyes and my Bass Clef heart I keep in time my love for you.

But it's all in my head.

You left bar line scars across my chest because no matter how many key changes I made we still couldn't harmonize.

You had the voice of an angel, but your sheet music is what I fell in love with. I tried to make our lines match up but to you I was a tritone that kept you feeling minor.

Then it ended not long after it began. No repeat, no second verse for us. No d.c. al fine or go to Coda happy ending.


You stopped playing your song for me.


Though I could hear bits of pieces of your sound that infiltrated my music because I couldn't bring myself to forget your melody.

I've got an orchestra. And it's learned a lot. It plays a haunting tune, that captures the beauty of ones soul.

But it is played with empty notes.

The conductor is lonely and heartbroken. No one has shown to watch his orchestra perform, even though it was a sold out show.

The only seat he truly cares about is the vacant one next to the seat of the ticket he has. For he longed for nothing more than to watch his own performance with the only person he had loved. The only person he had shared music with. Yet he continues to play his music.



And it's all in my head.

- Insolence is Bliss