Tick Tick Tick Tick
I've been burning bridges because bridges were burning me down.
Now I'm mending fences so that I can sew up these holes. Yes this is a mixed metaphor. No I don't care to fix it.
I thought I could do it. I thought I could "let the universe drop those who don't benefit me" only in less unkind words.
And it's true that I can only take so much. Suzanne and Emily, Hannah and Amanda, MJ and a couple of others I'm letting go forever.
But I'm not dropping what I know I can keep hold of. What's worth keeping hold of.
I'm not gonna' burn myself down because I'm afraid of someone else doing it first.
I'll fight for who I believe in.
And I'll fight for myself.
Things are a mess. Jesus Christ are things a mess. I don't know where I'll be staying for the most part. I don't know why I'm going other than the obvious. I've got a couple missions to take care of and then if I'm not satisfied with where I'm at (literally or figuratively) I won't stay...and I won't come back here. And it will be a long time before I'll be going back there.
This place is stifling and I don't just mean the 110 degree days. I'm an emotional disaster here on this couch listening to snoring from the other room.
I've never understood how humans sleep so much.
I wish I could sleep away the time before I get to see my love, my brotha', my doppleganger.
Instead I'll drink this beer
be a little angry at a little girl
and be a little sad for want of another
At least I have a cuddle buddy for the next week and a half.
Just a few more hours in this hell they call Georgia.
Just a few more hours.
Now I'm mending fences so that I can sew up these holes. Yes this is a mixed metaphor. No I don't care to fix it.
I thought I could do it. I thought I could "let the universe drop those who don't benefit me" only in less unkind words.
And it's true that I can only take so much. Suzanne and Emily, Hannah and Amanda, MJ and a couple of others I'm letting go forever.
But I'm not dropping what I know I can keep hold of. What's worth keeping hold of.
I'm not gonna' burn myself down because I'm afraid of someone else doing it first.
I'll fight for who I believe in.
And I'll fight for myself.
Things are a mess. Jesus Christ are things a mess. I don't know where I'll be staying for the most part. I don't know why I'm going other than the obvious. I've got a couple missions to take care of and then if I'm not satisfied with where I'm at (literally or figuratively) I won't stay...and I won't come back here. And it will be a long time before I'll be going back there.
This place is stifling and I don't just mean the 110 degree days. I'm an emotional disaster here on this couch listening to snoring from the other room.
I've never understood how humans sleep so much.
I wish I could sleep away the time before I get to see my love, my brotha', my doppleganger.
Instead I'll drink this beer
be a little angry at a little girl
and be a little sad for want of another
At least I have a cuddle buddy for the next week and a half.
Just a few more hours in this hell they call Georgia.
Just a few more hours.