signon/off
you got a big goddamn shovel for digging up those old bones, im not going to lie to you about that one.
sometimes im pretty sure my mind just runs away with me, its hard to get ahold of, really. i mean, most of the time i seem to think i have everything in check, all systems go, counting down to lift off, but then again, who am i to say?
whats right?
whats wrong?
i dont have the directions, i think i accidentally left the map sitting on the tailgate at the last rest area. fuck it though, lets just keep going till we see the next sign and then we can figure it out. matches? yeah...here ya go.
i hardly think that any of you would expect anything of me, not like i have ever given you much hope, or built up any so called high expectations. my actions have never led you to believe i was going to be something great, and i dont think that writing worthless dribble on a page really atests to too much value. so i guess, in the end, i have no real reason to feel like im letting you down...i guess.
and what the fuck does it matter anyway? im nothing more than just a confused kid with a piece of paper and a pen, that doesnt care this way or that about what the upper middle class is doing, that doesnt care if the president sleeps well at night, that doesnt care if twelve different million dollar homes in construction burned down last week, that doesnt care if there is graffiti on the police station, that doesnt care that some celebrity has a drug habit, that doesnt care whats on tv or whats on the radio or whats on your fucking mind you selfish piece of shit.
so get over it.
im a nobody. a nothing. im going to slip through the cracks like everyone else, and i dont really have much of a choice. fuck it.
and weve been proven time and time again that we arent allowed to have our own thoughts, and we arent allowed to do the things we want or dress how we see fit or say whats on our minds. we dont have a say. not me, not you, not your parents or grandparents. get in line. pass your tests.
do.
what.
they.
tell.
you.
to.
do.
that is what is right.
of course then again, seeings how i dont give a fuck what they want at all, im perfectly fine being the thorn in the side of all things material, all things righteous, all things holy. let me scream out into the night that now is the time and the guns are loaded.
let me be your antithesis.
let me be your infamy.
and hold that tissue to your eye, as i ride off into the sunset, knowing full well that you will find my body torn to shreds and beaten and mutilated and defaced and broken and discarded, down by the river we all loved as children...lost and forgotten, because i actually chose to live.
sometimes im pretty sure my mind just runs away with me, its hard to get ahold of, really. i mean, most of the time i seem to think i have everything in check, all systems go, counting down to lift off, but then again, who am i to say?
whats right?
whats wrong?
i dont have the directions, i think i accidentally left the map sitting on the tailgate at the last rest area. fuck it though, lets just keep going till we see the next sign and then we can figure it out. matches? yeah...here ya go.
i hardly think that any of you would expect anything of me, not like i have ever given you much hope, or built up any so called high expectations. my actions have never led you to believe i was going to be something great, and i dont think that writing worthless dribble on a page really atests to too much value. so i guess, in the end, i have no real reason to feel like im letting you down...i guess.
and what the fuck does it matter anyway? im nothing more than just a confused kid with a piece of paper and a pen, that doesnt care this way or that about what the upper middle class is doing, that doesnt care if the president sleeps well at night, that doesnt care if twelve different million dollar homes in construction burned down last week, that doesnt care if there is graffiti on the police station, that doesnt care that some celebrity has a drug habit, that doesnt care whats on tv or whats on the radio or whats on your fucking mind you selfish piece of shit.
so get over it.
im a nobody. a nothing. im going to slip through the cracks like everyone else, and i dont really have much of a choice. fuck it.
and weve been proven time and time again that we arent allowed to have our own thoughts, and we arent allowed to do the things we want or dress how we see fit or say whats on our minds. we dont have a say. not me, not you, not your parents or grandparents. get in line. pass your tests.
do.
what.
they.
tell.
you.
to.
do.
that is what is right.
of course then again, seeings how i dont give a fuck what they want at all, im perfectly fine being the thorn in the side of all things material, all things righteous, all things holy. let me scream out into the night that now is the time and the guns are loaded.
let me be your antithesis.
let me be your infamy.
and hold that tissue to your eye, as i ride off into the sunset, knowing full well that you will find my body torn to shreds and beaten and mutilated and defaced and broken and discarded, down by the river we all loved as children...lost and forgotten, because i actually chose to live.