making plans to waste my life

I'm making plans, friends. And why shouldn't I get swept up in the wave of everyone making plans for the future (some full of hope and others full of dread)? I'm making plans, but they sometimes come out of an undignified and broken down place. Have you ever been there?

It's a place of exposure and pain, but it's a place where desperation reaches for solid ground... and the reaching is revelry because the solid ground is so firm that it can be built upon.

The blueprints are looking like this and it's feeling like beautiful.

Breaking Down by John Mark McMillan

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I'm making plans to waste my life on You I'm making plans to waste my life on You Cause New York City and Hollywood combined They ain't got enough lights To make me want change my mind about You

Cause I'm breaking down I don't even care if there's anyone else around Cause I'm breaking down I always fall to pieces whenever You're around

I'm Mary Magdalene and tonight is a bottle of perfume I'm Mary Magdalene and tonight is a bottle of perfume There's not enough dignity to hold me now When I know You're going to meet me here There's not enough gravity To keep me away from You

Cause I'm breaking down I don't even care if there's anyone else around Cause I'm breaking down I always fall to pieces whenever You're around

So, meet me here Where we shine like gold Like the light beneath the embers Of the burning coals And I will spill my bottle Like in days of old On the song that bleeds from the breaking down