Not the Night Wind

Morning breeze comes blowing in as pressure starts to fade
 Me, I wake up early now, I know it's a cliché
 Oh, but you'll never find me sleeping at the end of any day
 It's far too much to find my primed imagination
 It wanders through the night despite my petty protestations
 But you'll never know I won't disclose the worried state I'm in
 I do so value my composure, it's unclear where to begin
 Between the headlines read and endless dread or anxious moments when
 I just interpret with the best faith that I can
 But uncertainty, unwelcome always comes to foil my carefulest laid plans
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 There are things we didn't ever used to talk about
 The excitement in the evening just before the stars came out
 Like the rustling in the shadows in the park
 Like how we wandered off alone to find what we feel in the dark
 Like how it doesn't just get easy 'cause you start
 With your head laid on the shoulder of some boy you barely knew
 Your unsleeping mind meandered through the things you did and didn't do
 And uncertain in the morning, you'd remember it was true
 And on the wings of it you flew into the next town
 For the next few days, you smiled and said you're glad you came around
 Oh, but the blowback's never easy when you're not sure what it means
 The flipside of euphoria is still this mess, it seems
 And when you found a path less traveled down, just climb inside your dream
 There's always something saying you're not obeying
 Some central laid out principles of being
 I wanna say we are a people ever aching from self-doubt
 Not that it's so unique, it's just a thing to think about
 I mean, our parents model virtues of the workplace, of the house
 But not the night, not the road, not the family we find out in the cold
 Not to be tender-hearted, sending art via youthfulness when old
 
 And you wondered what it meant to be politically queer
 So when I'm lost within my longing is it, politics I hear?
 Oh, but the way you felt so strong among the ones you held so dear
 It wasn't home but someplace that you could believe in
 And now the rents are rising and your closest friends are leaving
 Oh, but there are the things we didn't ever used to talk about
 Like how pretenses at purity just drenched us in self-doubt
 Like how we arrive imperfect as we are
 Like how the night wind felt more changeable than cold and distant stars
 Like how sometimes it just all still seems so far