How I do this to myself
is funny.
It's funny how I think it'll be a good night. For anything. And then it is and it's not because people have so many secrets. And no one knows what's important anymore.
Tell me something, anything. I listen, I promise.
I say that I remember everything, but the truth is that that is only wishful thinking. That's why I like the way things are numbers like 55. Something to remember. One hundred and something. Something to remember. I liked that story.
I like dreams. Maybe I get it. Maybe I know better [than you].
Talking. Communication. I don't understand things like I used to. I've lost my edge. I'velost who I was once. But so has everyone else, though, right? Afterall, I'm only human. No one can resist evolution. It's scientific fac. Exercising your little toe won't keep it from phasing itself out. You can't save the next generation. They can only save themselves. But, really, I'm not even sure of that much. Maybe this is all inevitable. Maybe there's this plan that we're following, a cycle. Maybe we're phasing ourselves out. Maybe, one day, we won't have toes at all. Maybe, one day, we'll all meet our maker and there will be nothing left but that.
Or maybe I just want to talk sometimes. But I'm never sure what I'm allowed to say. I don't really make any good points anymore.
Phasing myself out. Becoming a part of a plan.
It's funny how I think it'll be a good night. For anything. And then it is and it's not because people have so many secrets. And no one knows what's important anymore.
Tell me something, anything. I listen, I promise.
I say that I remember everything, but the truth is that that is only wishful thinking. That's why I like the way things are numbers like 55. Something to remember. One hundred and something. Something to remember. I liked that story.
I like dreams. Maybe I get it. Maybe I know better [than you].
Talking. Communication. I don't understand things like I used to. I've lost my edge. I'velost who I was once. But so has everyone else, though, right? Afterall, I'm only human. No one can resist evolution. It's scientific fac. Exercising your little toe won't keep it from phasing itself out. You can't save the next generation. They can only save themselves. But, really, I'm not even sure of that much. Maybe this is all inevitable. Maybe there's this plan that we're following, a cycle. Maybe we're phasing ourselves out. Maybe, one day, we won't have toes at all. Maybe, one day, we'll all meet our maker and there will be nothing left but that.
Or maybe I just want to talk sometimes. But I'm never sure what I'm allowed to say. I don't really make any good points anymore.
Phasing myself out. Becoming a part of a plan.