[Instrumental Break]

Blackout by Muse

[Verse 1]

Don't kid yourself

And don't fool yourself

This love's too good to last

And I'm too old to dream, yeah-yeah, ooh

[Verse 2]

Don't grow up too fast

And don't, mmm, embrace the past

This life's too good to last

And I'm too young to care, yeah-yeah, ooh

[Instrumental Break]

That instrumental break is as soul aching as the fading droplets of a sudden mid monsoon shower that leaves behind muddy puddles on a broken road and a longing in my broken heart. 

Isn't it laughable as to how similar those fading droplets are to the last time I had a genuinely fun thought - a thought to randomly stroll outside and touch grass. Infinite anxiousness consumed my days as I slipped awry from the child who loved to read books about photons and fly kites under the evening sun. It's time to digest something now; that it's no more monsoon season and that autumn's calling to prepare for the winter has become inevitable. That, I'm no more the child who fixed UPS units for leisure and take a stand as a young adult. It's time to let go of the mid monsoon feeling.

But that feeling never does goes away, does it? It's a yearning that blinds me to make believe that this mid monsoon would come to save me prepetually in my life whenever my conscious' calling grows loud enough.