empty
such a pity for a pretty heart
aching
for the kind of love that leaves you lost
i’m not
the cure or what you’re looking for
all i
want is to be taken as i am, i’m not a book to be read

be bold and tell me 
what you really want from me, 
if you really do want me, 
say so

wake me
from my circumstantial lack of dreams
write me
all your pretty words and leave me be
i could have
learned to love the way you look at me
but i won’t let you
be so close enough to hear me breathe

be bold and tell me 
what you really want from me, 
if you really do want me, 
say so

i’m my own lighthouse
i glow my own way
if you can’t take that
then keep on sailing

be bold and tell me 
what you really want from me, 
if you really do want me, 
say so

say so

side-project

half-lit was made in an attempt to channel my post-midnight loneliness into something else ––– and it is something else altogether: a way to reach other people. a way to revel in collective sadness. suddenly i'm not as lonely. - b

http://soundcloud.com/bpvalenzuela
