well i wanted to
Why is it that most intellects and depressives describe early morning to be the time when they ponder about their unfortunate lives?
Well, I'm sitting here, in the middle of the goddamned afternoon, with nothing but a cigarette,
and I'm thinking about the same things a therapeutic musician does.
Sorry, I was never much of a screamer.
My nightstand is home for my lighters and old rentals.
When I lay down to what's beside it,
My bed resembles the people that occupy my life,
the people I feel absolutely nothing for.
They don't ask how I'm doing
and when they do, it's really for themselves.
They're just there to accommodate my mind with ridiculous comfort.
Tonight I planned on seeing a lover,
it's hard being away from the one you love, you know
and all you can do is anticipate time.
I moved aside the fire and slept with his picture at my bedside,
but I don't know the man that stood behind him.
He wrote me a letter and said that
California yawned and I heard it all the way from New York
It sounded much like the noise of being alone,
the house settling and feet from the apartment above.
Truth is, these past couple of days,
I've been waiting to get hit by a bus.
I've been waiting to go to sleep and for my alarm to never go off.
Let's go out for dinner, I'll have to cancel, blame my appetite.
But darling, darling, don't be upset, I love you very, very, very much.
Well, I'm sitting here, in the middle of the goddamned afternoon, with nothing but a cigarette,
and I'm thinking about the same things a therapeutic musician does.
Sorry, I was never much of a screamer.
My nightstand is home for my lighters and old rentals.
When I lay down to what's beside it,
My bed resembles the people that occupy my life,
the people I feel absolutely nothing for.
They don't ask how I'm doing
and when they do, it's really for themselves.
They're just there to accommodate my mind with ridiculous comfort.
Tonight I planned on seeing a lover,
it's hard being away from the one you love, you know
and all you can do is anticipate time.
I moved aside the fire and slept with his picture at my bedside,
but I don't know the man that stood behind him.
He wrote me a letter and said that
California yawned and I heard it all the way from New York
It sounded much like the noise of being alone,
the house settling and feet from the apartment above.
Truth is, these past couple of days,
I've been waiting to get hit by a bus.
I've been waiting to go to sleep and for my alarm to never go off.
Let's go out for dinner, I'll have to cancel, blame my appetite.
But darling, darling, don't be upset, I love you very, very, very much.