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Okay so really, now? My plan is to just die very very very slowly.
I love dying.
It feels very... productive.
In that crazy work-a-holic way.
Why am I always so behind everything I need to do? What is it with me that makes me feel about 309429570875086503856298562036502752 times more stressed then anyone else in my situation? Oh that's right. Because I'm crazy.
Trevor has a job, but he doesn't pay attention to school. Vivian doesn't have a job, and pays attention to school. Cameron doesn't really have a job, and pays attention to school. Ben pays attention to school somewhat, pays attention to his friends, and to his job.
I seem to have cut out friends and family in lieu of job and school.
This realization kind of sucks. But lately the friend-front is weird with some people. Has been for a while. And some people meaning some greek person.
And yep.
I'm listening to Metric and I just realized that I have a lot of work to do and why I love Metric all in the same second.
Hallelujah.
November Break, I wish you could come tomorrow.
Not looking for a reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?
Not looking for a reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
Not watching the seasons, watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes, late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moment? i softly lie
Where i thought i would always be, i let myself get by
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
The people
Get by
Not looking for an ending to make the pieces fit
Need is always pending on how much you can get
How much you can get
Ooh,oh.oh...Aaaah.
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
The people
Get by
Where are you now?
Adios and adieu.
I love dying.
It feels very... productive.
In that crazy work-a-holic way.
Why am I always so behind everything I need to do? What is it with me that makes me feel about 309429570875086503856298562036502752 times more stressed then anyone else in my situation? Oh that's right. Because I'm crazy.
Trevor has a job, but he doesn't pay attention to school. Vivian doesn't have a job, and pays attention to school. Cameron doesn't really have a job, and pays attention to school. Ben pays attention to school somewhat, pays attention to his friends, and to his job.
I seem to have cut out friends and family in lieu of job and school.
This realization kind of sucks. But lately the friend-front is weird with some people. Has been for a while. And some people meaning some greek person.
And yep.
I'm listening to Metric and I just realized that I have a lot of work to do and why I love Metric all in the same second.
Hallelujah.
November Break, I wish you could come tomorrow.
Not looking for a reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?
Not looking for a reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
Not watching the seasons, watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes, late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moment? i softly lie
Where i thought i would always be, i let myself get by
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
The people
Get by
Not looking for an ending to make the pieces fit
Need is always pending on how much you can get
How much you can get
Ooh,oh.oh...Aaaah.
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
The people
Get by
Where are you now?
Adios and adieu.