I was walking around, just a face in the crowd
Trying to keep myself out of the rain
Saw a vagabond king wear a styrofoam crown
Wondered if I might end up the same
There's a man out on the corner
Singing old songs about change
Everybody got their cross to bare, these days
Trying to keep myself out of the rain
Saw a vagabond king wear a styrofoam crown
Wondered if I might end up the same
There's a man out on the corner
Singing old songs about change
Everybody got their cross to bare, these days
Done, yeah, right. I'm not done. I'm a glutton for punishment. Shit. Why? Because I'm a freaking moron, that's why. *sigh* DAMMIT, I don't care anymore. It's not like I can fix this. As much as I hate to admit it, this seems pretty much unfixable.
She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams
To a motel room on the boulevard
Guess she's trying to be James Dean
She's seen all the disciples and all the "wanna be's"
No one wants to be themselves these days
Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days
To a motel room on the boulevard
Guess she's trying to be James Dean
She's seen all the disciples and all the "wanna be's"
No one wants to be themselves these days
Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days
I really don't want to be me right now. I'm not sure a hobo would switch places with me. Unless that hobo was God and he wanted to fix my sorry punk-ass life. No.. I dunno. I feel stereotypical, feeling like this. I don't want to be stereotypical, I promised myself I wouldn't. But it SEEMS that puberty isn't as easy to control as I thought Hormones are bitches.
These days - the stars seem out of reach
These days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days - are fast, love don't last in this graceless age
There ain't nobody left but us these days
These days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days - are fast, love don't last in this graceless age
There ain't nobody left but us these days
These days, I want to shove my foot up someone's ass. These days, I want to find someone to love me. These days, I'm underweight, and happy with my body. These days, hormones hate me. These days, I'm usually so caught up in emotions that I come across as blank when someone looks at me, like I'm fighting some battle with myself in my mind.
Jimmy Shoes busted both his legs, trying to learn to fly
From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes
His momma said he was crazy - he said momma "I've got to try"
Don't you know that all my heroes died
And I guess I'd rather die than fade away
From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes
His momma said he was crazy - he said momma "I've got to try"
Don't you know that all my heroes died
And I guess I'd rather die than fade away
*sigh* Well, as I've told myself, I'm done, and although I'm probably NOT done, I'll at least make some conscious effort to BE done.
These days - the stars seem out of reach
But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days are fast, love don't lasts-in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the morning train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days are fast, love don't lasts-in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the morning train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
From now on, I'm changed. I'm not giving a damn about it anymore. If I find someone I like, I'm not going to fly into a relationship. I need to get to know said person, take them out on a date, or SOMEthing. Maybe icecream, or something. How's that creepy? It shouldn't be. I have no intention of being creepy to begin with. I just.. Don't know how to do it right. Because I'm a screw up.
These days - the stars seem out of reach
But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days are fast, love don't lasts-in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the morning train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days are fast, love don't lasts-in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the morning train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
I need a hobby. A good, solid hobby. Not an MMORPG, not something computer related. Not... stamps. Something.. Something fun. Like a sport. Or drawing. Drawing.. Yeah! I shuld join one of those websites, maybe I'll try Deviantart again. I dunno. See what happens.
These days - the stars seem out of reach
These days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days - are fast, nothing lasts
There ain't no time to waste
There ain't nobody left to take the blame
There ain't nobody left but us these days
These days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
These days - are fast, nothing lasts
There ain't no time to waste
There ain't nobody left to take the blame
There ain't nobody left but us these days
Well, that's my rant for the hour, folks.
Thanks for listening, sorry about that, I'll post a happy post next.
~ Tim
2 comments:
Hobby-Guitar and Teaching Hanna How To Play? Yes? Sounds good?
Haha. That works. =]
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