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Swing by Anna Adamson. Song idea: Chorus: I know you were in love with me with the way you danced with my sin. Singing away the place within; you danced along side me, you danced like a swing. Smoke filled my lungs. I said I was happy, I said I just wanted to sing. Verse1: Fight back all the time I spend, away from father here I stand, wake in me the place I hide, the way I see myself I cry. Till death due part the wings in me I stop to fall, fall to my knees and as the place inside does speak I find it hard to make believe. Chorus? Verse: Words they don’t compare to you, a homeless place I guide into. Such a need to get away bu

I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We're always thinking that someday we'll be happy. You know, we'll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that fixes everything. But happiness is a mood and a condition, it's not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry; it's not permanent, it comes and goes, and that's okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often. I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventu