Wish Me Luck
That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livlihood,
chattering, chaffering,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
But among my lovers and caroling these songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
Gotta go to Hell tonight. Kill this guy i thought was my friend, before he tears up Seattle any more than he already has. Don't worry. I get it. Even though there's not a lot of thought holding together in my head right now. Not after what i've seen. Turns out there is a point where a person stops being a person to you. And it's as frightening as you can imagine.
Man. I thought bookstores were for nerds.
Maybe that was the problem.
chattering, chaffering,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
But among my lovers and caroling these songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
Gotta go to Hell tonight. Kill this guy i thought was my friend, before he tears up Seattle any more than he already has. Don't worry. I get it. Even though there's not a lot of thought holding together in my head right now. Not after what i've seen. Turns out there is a point where a person stops being a person to you. And it's as frightening as you can imagine.
Man. I thought bookstores were for nerds.
Maybe that was the problem.