I will blame myself for holding onto what I hoped would keep you by my side
I can't help but wonder if underneath everything I've always been this way. Have there just been things to distract from it, but now that those things are gone, it's all I have? I feel like I've been productive. at the same time nothing is enough of a distraction to keep me occupied for long. I went to the library today and got two books but I already finished one. now I just have to go back again and they never have exactly what I'm looking for. I've been downloading music like a fiend, and I love it all, but I find myself gravitating to the same songs over and over again.
Do I have nothing good left to say?
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away.
Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way.
'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.
I wouldn't lay awake until the morning light.
This is something that I'll never control.