the blood is probably yours.
You're obsessed with finding a new brain
But what you need is a new body
It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before
And the skin you call your home
Holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in
And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone
And the days come to you like sailors
You watch them as they drift away
They meet the sunrise out at the horizon
And it's neither sink nor swim
At least the water's beneath your chin
There's blood spilled on the floor
Everyone's staring at you
What for?
Till you realize the blood is probably yours
You feel you've lost something
You want it back
You're lying motionless on your back
And your legs aren't taking anymore requests
Those disobedient wrecks
How you cared for them as they carried you
From class to class and coast to coast
When you owned land and when you were broke
Through recessions and addictions
It's just your accidental death
The semester is pretty much over, I just have exams to get through and then I get to go to Rome...but honestly thinking about Rome does not offer any real relief because I'm so overwhelmed by all I have to get done, all the time. Things with my Dad continue to be awful and heartbreaking. He isn't even talking to me...not that I think he even could if he wanted to right now because I guess he's in a rehab or a psych ward or something. HAHA oh my god my life. Ugh. I just feel so tired all the time. I drink way too much. I smoke way too much. I eat way too much. I'm trying not to be miserable, but I think I may be trying a little too hard. Ted is basically the only thing keeping me sane and that's just because he'll buy slushies and but vodka in them and take be to Sadie Katz when I feel like shit. Alright well this was way more maudlin then I intended it to be. I think that that fact that it's snowing outside right now has just depressed me.
But what you need is a new body
It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before
And the skin you call your home
Holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in
And lungs that can't breathe when they're alone
And the days come to you like sailors
You watch them as they drift away
They meet the sunrise out at the horizon
And it's neither sink nor swim
At least the water's beneath your chin
There's blood spilled on the floor
Everyone's staring at you
What for?
Till you realize the blood is probably yours
You feel you've lost something
You want it back
You're lying motionless on your back
And your legs aren't taking anymore requests
Those disobedient wrecks
How you cared for them as they carried you
From class to class and coast to coast
When you owned land and when you were broke
Through recessions and addictions
It's just your accidental death
The semester is pretty much over, I just have exams to get through and then I get to go to Rome...but honestly thinking about Rome does not offer any real relief because I'm so overwhelmed by all I have to get done, all the time. Things with my Dad continue to be awful and heartbreaking. He isn't even talking to me...not that I think he even could if he wanted to right now because I guess he's in a rehab or a psych ward or something. HAHA oh my god my life. Ugh. I just feel so tired all the time. I drink way too much. I smoke way too much. I eat way too much. I'm trying not to be miserable, but I think I may be trying a little too hard. Ted is basically the only thing keeping me sane and that's just because he'll buy slushies and but vodka in them and take be to Sadie Katz when I feel like shit. Alright well this was way more maudlin then I intended it to be. I think that that fact that it's snowing outside right now has just depressed me.