Apr 27, 2009 00:26
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
New York's been a crazy trip. I (oh blinking cursor...) feel like I'm completely lost and have NO idea what to do. I hope I find my way. I hope I can make it home. I hope I can move on from the people and things that made Michigan home. I hope I can establish myself. I hope I can make money. I hope I go to the right school. I hope I play my cards right.
I'm in a poker game and I'm TERRIFIED I'm just bluffing and am about to lay a bad hand.