Wait...what?
Sometimes I find notebooks from around eight months ago, and I almost recall drunken memories. But aye, they are quite lost besides the paper which captured bits and peices of them...anyways, without further ado, my earlier problems conveyed through bottles of wine and paper:
"Dug deep inside myself to find the part of you I thought I couldn't reach.
It's been about a month now, but I still can't practice what I preach.
For you I'd climb an endless flight of stairs,
But knowing you, it would probably only lead to thin air.
I've got more efficient ways of getting high now,
No stairs involved, no blood, no tears, no sweat of my brow.
For fuckin' Christs sake please help me find a solution?
Cause it's still burning and it's only causing confusion.
A sip will solve no more than a cigarette drag,
But I drink cause you've defeated me and I have no white flag.
At the bottom of each bottle there's someone who loves me,
But I know I'll fail em like I did you, this I can forsee."
"hella" emo huh? whatever. Ping Pong was great tonight. I'm getting better. Beat Matt twice in a row.
in love and and life,
Michael H.
"Dug deep inside myself to find the part of you I thought I couldn't reach.
It's been about a month now, but I still can't practice what I preach.
For you I'd climb an endless flight of stairs,
But knowing you, it would probably only lead to thin air.
I've got more efficient ways of getting high now,
No stairs involved, no blood, no tears, no sweat of my brow.
For fuckin' Christs sake please help me find a solution?
Cause it's still burning and it's only causing confusion.
A sip will solve no more than a cigarette drag,
But I drink cause you've defeated me and I have no white flag.
At the bottom of each bottle there's someone who loves me,
But I know I'll fail em like I did you, this I can forsee."
"hella" emo huh? whatever. Ping Pong was great tonight. I'm getting better. Beat Matt twice in a row.
in love and and life,
Michael H.