Bird o'clock and all is well.
It seems like everyone is restless. Looking for the next best thing way out on the horizion. Maybe tommrow I'll be living underwater and I would love for you to be there with me. Filling out college applications does not help me with who I am and what I want to be. I wish people would stop asking me that. When I dream, as in like daydream, I see myself riding on a bike, and its cold, and there's no end in sight. There is a certain sense of peace to be found in not knowing. He tells me that he doesn't care why I'm angry and then says that I'm the one being antagonistic. Give me those green hills, where I can lay down in the tall grass.