arduous.
Tell me about the day-to-day: the one you're so used to. This lifestyle of highway days and stretched out nights. Nauseating commitments and constant sore feet. How do you do it? I'm getting so caught up in the routine that sleeping in a different bed makes me cry? Tell me how you handle always being "almost home" .. getting there, knowing things are perfect but not. My mind would never allow that.
OH! and now tell me about how you feel like you "never get out much" and how things just can't be how you'd like them to be. How do you do it? And you wish that you saw friends more, and that it didn't have to be inconvenient.
Tell me, how do you balance happiness with assiduity?
Is it just a constant distraction from knowing that things aren't that great? That there are still arguments and there's still a huge dent in your passenger side door. That at the end of the day you still can't listen to yanqui u.x.o loud enough to fall asleep to it. And that even on the hottest of nights the sheets are still freezing, and the walls never stopped smelling, even when the paint was dry.
OH! and now tell me about how you feel like you "never get out much" and how things just can't be how you'd like them to be. How do you do it? And you wish that you saw friends more, and that it didn't have to be inconvenient.
Tell me, how do you balance happiness with assiduity?
Is it just a constant distraction from knowing that things aren't that great? That there are still arguments and there's still a huge dent in your passenger side door. That at the end of the day you still can't listen to yanqui u.x.o loud enough to fall asleep to it. And that even on the hottest of nights the sheets are still freezing, and the walls never stopped smelling, even when the paint was dry.