right there with you in your glass house
I bought a greyhound ticket to San Fransisco.
I don't know why, but it feels good.
Lately I've been thinking of disappearing.
I'm held down by so much right now,
but it might be worth it.
New life, new world.
I'm sick of everyone being so involved in others lives.
I don't need reality rubbed in my face,
I live it everyday.
Summer lets me be drunk.
But I never leave reality.
You people are so obvious.
Growing up.