“I’m just a manic depressive. Toting around my own crown. I’ve got a positive message. Sometimes I can’t get it out.” ~Brand New
A religious experience through and through.
With the words of Brand New.
Jesse is singing, “I’m just a manic depressive.”
Is the truth being told while I watch the fire overhead?
The colors are shown.
I see the reds, whites, and blues,
But it is a different country that I pursue.
Is my world a contradiction that I call my own?
Or is it a search for a place that I think is my home?
A religious experience that isn’t necessarily one I knew.
The difference is, it is a mix of fireworks and Brand New.
I am looking for a color that is my own.
A game played between shades that I already know.
Experience dictating the feelings in my blood.
Spewing out like the sparks that start off small and spread out above my head.
These fireworks are memorizing the sky.
Turning my eyes toward places that I never saw before.
While this music is playing in my head.
A gun shot is just as loud.
A boom like the fire against this night sky.
I am having a religious experience.
Even though I don’t have anyone’s hand.
“I’m just a manic depressive.” Those are the lyrics the song says.
The night a distraction, filled with lights, emotion, music, and religion.
So many colors light up the sky tonight.
So many memories colliding together.
When the music takes you and the scenery is beautiful.
It fills you up and takes you under its wing.
With a taste of wine and the breaking of the bread.
It is a religious experience that I just had.