I hate getting cold chills where every goosebump feels like a hard nipple.
"...I haven't slept in so long, but when I do, I dream. Of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore, where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice. All you have to do is shout it out."
I miss you, yet at the same time, I want nothing of you. It's an oxymoron. I want you around, but sometimes I can't imagine getting closer to you. And I growl. Goddamn.
I want to feel the rain on my face. I want to feel like every little shit is washing off my face. I want to get over it. I want it to leave me alone, and at the same time I want to satisfy the craving.
"Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck. Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge. To spend your waking moments, simply killing time, Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, to give up on your... Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are... An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile. A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile. I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines. I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life. Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are... All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day. Everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great. All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day. Everything always works out, I have never felt so great. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Are we verging on an answer, or fucking up our... Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are..."
This sings of dreams, of hopes and of life. Well, in order to be able to get anywhere, it'll be nice to actually have something. The other day, was watching Project Runway, and yes, nerdy little me became heartbroken. But wasn't through the fact one of my faves was kicked off, or how I hated some of the winner's line, rather, it was one little thing the one guy that always wears a hat said: he feels good to hold onto his dreams, especially when he's seen some people lose it, and never accomplish it. Well, after hearing that, made a note to self: it's sad to see people lose touch of their dreams, but what's even more sad is never even having one.
I'm really sick. And annoyed. Self motivation is a complete ZERRRO.
Maybe we, well I, can manipulate this, and use this as an excuse to hold the both of us up. We both lack self motivation, but with each other, we can get it back, right? It makes me want to get closer, but at the same time, I can't, because I don't want to become dependent on you, like all the others.
Such a predicament.
Such a fucking predicament.
I miss you, yet at the same time, I want nothing of you. It's an oxymoron. I want you around, but sometimes I can't imagine getting closer to you. And I growl. Goddamn.
I want to feel the rain on my face. I want to feel like every little shit is washing off my face. I want to get over it. I want it to leave me alone, and at the same time I want to satisfy the craving.
"Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck. Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge. To spend your waking moments, simply killing time, Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, to give up on your... Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are... An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile. A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile. I shirk my obligations, I miss all your deadlines. I excel at quitting early, and fucking up my life. Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are... All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day. Everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great. All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day. Everything always works out, I have never felt so great. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Life isn't like this. Are we verging on an answer, or fucking up our... Life for you, has been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. But how we survive, is what makes us who we are..."
This sings of dreams, of hopes and of life. Well, in order to be able to get anywhere, it'll be nice to actually have something. The other day, was watching Project Runway, and yes, nerdy little me became heartbroken. But wasn't through the fact one of my faves was kicked off, or how I hated some of the winner's line, rather, it was one little thing the one guy that always wears a hat said: he feels good to hold onto his dreams, especially when he's seen some people lose it, and never accomplish it. Well, after hearing that, made a note to self: it's sad to see people lose touch of their dreams, but what's even more sad is never even having one.
I'm really sick. And annoyed. Self motivation is a complete ZERRRO.
Maybe we, well I, can manipulate this, and use this as an excuse to hold the both of us up. We both lack self motivation, but with each other, we can get it back, right? It makes me want to get closer, but at the same time, I can't, because I don't want to become dependent on you, like all the others.
Such a predicament.
Such a fucking predicament.