I've tried many approaches when it comes to writing, but one method that I love is coming up with a title first.

And titles come out of nowhere. For instance, I held onto the idea of a two-part song with similar messages, but different approaches (something on the lines of Lorde's Hard Feelings / Loveless).

As much as I loved the first thought, the second half was way easier to write. Revisiting the title, I noticed that time and circumstances helped resignify the message that the title meant to me. So here it is, the Hard Feelings part or so to say, that I finished quite recently.

Here it is for you, in hopes that one day you'll listen, even with distasteful choices or disgraceful weather.

In Case You Ever Listen

There’s a delay in my articulating process
I could never write straight in pen
Liquid paper can’t compete with the eraser
And I can’t compete with perfectionism
This constant fear of finding better wordings
Rewriting to the point the first draft’s forgotten

But for this once
I’d throw my planner away
In case you ever listen
I had many plans for today

Take a seat
Grab a cup of tea
Cinnamon’s distasteful, but even that would do
Rest a bit
Share the view
See the best in me, as I see it all the time in you

We’re running out of time
No use trying to make some more
By complaining about tight schedules
Let’s go out for a walk, just me and you
Bus on the way home sees me all smiles
And you’ll forget most details of the day
So will I, but the overall tune will still play
Happier than I’ve been thanks to you

Save your seat
Sip from my coffee
The weather is disgraceful, but even that would do
Mock your name
Draws at every game
Find the best in me, I’ll tell what I like the best in you

You took a minute longer to return
Did you find someone on the way?
You could even be already seeing someone
You see, my mind goes as far as that
And it doesn't get back as soon as you do
And who'd be to blame to see it in you?
Instead of telling the truth, an invitation just to

Take a seat
Grab a cup of tea
Cinnamon’s distasteful, but even that would do
Rest a bit
Share the view
See the best in me, as I see it all the time in you

All that I do is collect words for a single poem
Shame it's the one you wouldn’t listen to
My voice is torture going on for a minute too long
You’d pity the layers of reverb on my lament
I pity the wasted tears on your opinions

What if you hadn’t skipped by now?
What if I could change your mind
Before I even knew what you thought?
For this once
I’d throw my planner away
In case you ever listen
I had many plans for today