are you trying to tell me this world just isn't beautiful enough?
are you trying to tell me this world just isn't beautiful enough?
do you wanna get off? is this your stop?
do you gotta have a triple-decker super fudge sundae
with a goddamn cherry on top?
i mean, what makes you so lavish that you can afford
to spend every silver moment
feeling angry and bored???
why don't you come
come away
come away from...
why don't you come
come away
come away from it.
psychology is one crazy mofo, and i am not enjoying this double-whammy quiz idea for tomorrow. plus, i have a music theory test that i am suddenly worried about.
i played my guitar, and it hurt in a good way.
and for tomorrow, i am terrified about the results of my calculus exam.
but, i have friends, and they consider me rash or silly or brave or good, depending on the circumstance; they consider my words in a box of hearts and ashes, draw what conclusions might arise in their own way, and give back onto me more, so much more, than they could ever have taken out.
and if it's the way to have it done, i wouldn't have it by any other.