insomnia - somehow, for now, this skin will have to do.

Nov 12, 2007 03:47

i am the guy you want to meet - i am the life of the party. i know the managers of bars and clubs - i don't call the numbers the girls give me.

....this is all a facade....

because somewhere hundreds of miles away, i've lost touch again, and most likely for good. and elsewhere i bomb like the tail end of a b-52.

i'm the asshole - i'll tell you to your face that you're not worth my time, and if you can't defend it you're already forgotten.

i know how to talk - i get what i want. you might as well write your personal information across your forehead, cause you're going to give it away anyway. i don't even try anymore, and it's the most effective technique i've ever employed. then it's just simple suggestion - i could major in marketing.

but i'm done playing the game - i'll give you hints, hell, i've got the cheat codes somewhere, but i'm bored with it. i'm tired of chasing, i'm tired of losing and, especially, i'm tired of winning for a night or two.

where's the longterm?

it's the libra in me - everyone loves me, no one wants to. i will be the most important person you'll ever meet, and you'll ditch me as soon as you can.

i need to stay in my room; sleep more; stop smoking; quit drinking; pick the one that offends you most.

the only time i write in this is when i'm angry enough to do so.
-spence
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