and THIS is how i feel.
Sleep on pillows made is Singapore, wrapped in comforters and sweatin through sheets. Drinkin coffee in the morning, and floatin on airplanes, across the vast seas. And your house is made of wood, central air, central heat. You got your furniture on particle board, your doors are locked for, for safety. And your walkin around in shoes, pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt. And you do what you do because doing, you start to form a habit. And you drink all night long, and you sleep through the morning. AND IF SOMETHING DOESNT BREAK, I'm just gonna go, GO FUCKING INSANE. And you sweep up the floor when its dirty. You do the dishes, when the sinks full, and when the refridgerators empty well its time its time its time, its time to go the store. You put your books on a shelf, clothes arranged in the closet. You hang the things on the wall that you dont wanna be so easily forgotten (show flyers!) I hate these songs, I hate the words that the singer is singin to me I hate this melody, I hate this stupid fucking drum beat!!!! But I'm not gonna tell anyone what I'm really thinking about. Keep the conversations on the surface just keep on smiling just keep on saying....Everythings gonna be alright...alright....?