Anxiously Awaiting

I have a very strong dislike of music that could be labeled emo. But recently I have realize that the only thing I can play on a piano sounds, well, emo. My friend Eric always comments on my playing at house church. A dramatization:

Eric: Jermee, play emo pianoooooo!!!1111one
me: Uh, okay

Those of you who know Eric can attest to exactly how accurate this dramatization is. Unfortunately, I have also noticed as of late that some of my favorite songs sound a bit emo. An example:

I watched you walk away
Hopeles, with nothing to say
I screen my eyes
Hoping to see you again

This is my curse (the longing)
This is my curse (to)
This is my curse (the yearning)
This is my curse
There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
Will you be here?

Your silence haunts me
But I still hunger for you

This is my curse (the wanting)
This is my curse (to)
This is my curse (the needing)
There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?

Still I want
And I still I ache
But still I wait
To see you again

Dying, inside, these walls (2x)

Can I see your face in these tears? In these tears
And I see your face…

There is love (8x)

That’s pretty dang emo. So I guess I should coin a new term for myself since I often do this to avoid labeling myself as something that I am inevitably going to change my mind about later (also see Eric about that): pseudo-emo. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go probably try to kinda cut myself…