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Mar 24, 2008 20:12

i've got about 100 bad ideas about what to do with you and .18 cents in my bank account.
and yeah they told me about lives that they thought i'd want to be living,
but i never got told about the one i'd end up with.
and now it's all facebook pokes and inside jokes and friends i haven't seen for three years...
...and it's too much. i don't know how to get back to any of it.
and yeah they hinted at better futures.
more sex
cleaner surfaces
faster cars
and after a while of all that shit no-one is sure of what kind of life they want to live,
or what to do with the one they have.
and yeah things are faster
300 WPM
1000 BPM

and i'm sick of sitting in a train that existence controls.
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