I have no reason being here. There is nothing left. I want nothing to do with this. There are to many things in this that i have seen before and it makes me sick, it puts me in a place where i DO NOT want to be. I’m sick of the late night bar drinking, i’m sick of hearing about prick people that mean nothing to me, people i do not care about. Your dreams are here, mine are far away from here. I’m sick of the flaws of others rolling on to me. No one knows me, i give people the outside shell but no one knows the real me that is hiding underneath. I am better than all this. If i stay any longer i will slip beneath the undertow with every poor fucker here in this city. The longer i stay the less respect i have for myself. I can no longer be around people that are not looking foreword that are not dreaming bigger, people that have already accepted there fate and have settled in with there everyday life of drinking almost every night or getting high to become a fake person. People that are faker than i ever was. People that dream of moving on but never move. i am better than this, i’m better than all this. I no longer want to talk, i no longer want to work things out, i no longer want to make a promise to work on something that never changes, i no longer want to try for a story that has already reached it’s end long ago. There is always more to be said but whats the point of even trying to talk when nothing progresses.
It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side
How did you know?
It’s what I always wanted
Could never have had too many of these
Well you, quit kicking me under the table
I’m trying; will somebody make her shut up about it?
Can we settle down please?
I think something is burning
Now you’ve ruined the whole thing
Muffle the smoke alarm
Whoever put on this music?
Better quick sharp remove it
Pour me another
Oh, don’t wag your finger at me
No it’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now; you’re as close as it gets without touching me
Doing everything by halves… got a real flare with excuses.
Meeting someone at the bar… where loose ends still have uses.
It’s complicated… this time, I think it could be.
One of these days, you’ll miss your train and come stay with me
We’ll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You’ll sleep here, i’ll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we’d be good, we’d be great together.