THE IRONICAL CHRONICLES

The Ironical Chronicles

Nostalgia is in demand
Only In hindsight does life seem fated
Saw a face I used to like, saw a School
That I once hated
Traced the lines back across my hand
Being grown up is over rated

So now I’m just dreaming, planning, scheming
Reminiscing about how I’d like things to be

So many things that I missed
Left behind so many disgraces
Too shy too coy to really exist
I remember names I can’t see faces
Laura Smith left me dreaming
Saw me as I really was
She never ran off screaming

I hated School and now I miss School
I hated School and now I miss School

But those old days are gone now
Those wonder full days are gone
The old days of our youth
When we were:
Telling lies, breaking hearts, loosing ties
Before school starts
Always looking for the truth

When you were young you wanted
To be seen as a grown up
But now the mirror reflects the man
I wish those years had never shown up

I hated School and now I miss School
I hated School and now I miss School

So now I’m just dreaming, planning, scheming
Reminiscing about how I’d like things to be

I’ve almost loved and I’ve often hated
I’ve listed all my dislikes
But my likes have never been stated

I like girls with points of view
And dizzy girls who don’t have a clue
I like girls who are honest
About how they feel
Girls who shoplift, girls who steal
Girls with quirky imperfections
Morngie eyes and pale complexions
I like girls with true intentions
And girls who got held back in detention
I like girls who hold vain poses
With no gender preference, but with crooked noses
Oh, yes I like girls with imperfections
With a sense of humour and Vinyl collections

So now I’m just dreaming, planning, scheming
Reminiscing about how I’d like things to be

So now I’m just dreaming, planning, scheming
Reminiscing about how I’d like things to be

We always live dream to dream
And dwell on things that cannot hurt us
And dwell on things that have no purpose
But dwelling is how a broken heart starts
So text me and I’ll help you find the missing parts

Tragedy is how you find love
Tragedy is how you find strength
Tragedy is how close friendship starts

So if you ever feel alone
Remember that I love you
And if you ever feel afraid
Remember that I love you
And if you think you need a spade
Remember that I love you
Or if you feel the need to slit your sleeve
Please will you remember that I love you?
These open arms with smiling palms
They say:

Remember FAB and DRY-DOCK
Remember; the mind moves slower than the “ticking clock”
Some memories they will fade
But regret it always seems to stay
Don’t go down the early path
Don’t let it read on your Epitaph:
Too early
Too soon

It’s a silly idea I know
But would you let me sing to you?
It’s always good for a laugh I know
But still, Seriously
Let me sing to you
And although I’m already out of breath
Let me sing to you
And although you know I’m tone death
Let me sing to you . . .

Oh these open arms with smiling palms
They say:
Come to grief
And I’ll tell you that I love you
These open arms
Come to grief
And I’ll sing to you, “Oh how I love you”
These closing arms
Come to relief
And I’ll whisper . . . . . . I love you!