Mar 03, 2007 21:57
cotton balls for eyes.
i find myself looking in
as more and more disappoint me.
it makes me feel like i did in high school.
like i have so many questions,
that i wish i hadn't already answered.
i want to hang out with the kids still in school,
but, i don't want to be that guy.
someone, probably myself, has moved my copy of the subways album.
and so my music is slow.
sorrowful without being black [as in race].
white [as in race] without being moody.
strange, doctor. strange.
have you seen my youth?
i think i dropped it.
i wish this high lasted longer.
10,000 days longer.
you'd have to be crazy to understand why i titled this that.
anyone care to guess?