Another Day
I'm just chillin here, it's 4 in the morning.
I've been up talking to Courtney and Whitney Lou.
Stoned again...
I feel so good though.
I went to Samantha's tonight.
I just don't feel what I used to feel anymore.
That old spark is gone, I'm running out of patience, and she doesn't seem to care.
I was hoping it would end before it got this far.
But my conscience weighs heavy on me, the fear of her saddening shatters me.
But I can't get....her....out of my head.
I'm so disillusioned, What I shouldn't do is overruling what I should.
I can't help it though, there's just this anxiety I feel for her.
A sort of dependency if you will.
She's all I've ever wanted in a girl yet it seems so far away.
I want to believe something could happen because of something so special.
But if I look back on the luck I've had in my life, it would go otherwise.
Everything is in doubt, and I can't help it.
I want to open up to her, and let her know everything.
I want to say so much to her, but the words just decay on my tongue.
It's not that I'm afraid, because in a way I'm so excited.
I don't want to believe it's true because I also don't want to be let down.
But of course there's always something holding me back, restricting me.
Somehow, it never fails. Whether it be she moves, the distance, the lies.
Maybe one day, I'll shed my skin and let the tide of words fall upon her.
Nothing more than an avalanche of emotions that I can't find the words for.
I wish I could just project my mind through a screen.
What I feel isn't comprehensible, It's like scratches on a record.
A record plays music, my mind plays echoes of desire.
A nervous shock, or an impulse of destiny fluttering.
One day you will know it all.
I hope the idea completely envelops you.
Well, I'm going to bed.
Peace.
I've been up talking to Courtney and Whitney Lou.
Stoned again...
I feel so good though.
I went to Samantha's tonight.
I just don't feel what I used to feel anymore.
That old spark is gone, I'm running out of patience, and she doesn't seem to care.
I was hoping it would end before it got this far.
But my conscience weighs heavy on me, the fear of her saddening shatters me.
But I can't get....her....out of my head.
I'm so disillusioned, What I shouldn't do is overruling what I should.
I can't help it though, there's just this anxiety I feel for her.
A sort of dependency if you will.
She's all I've ever wanted in a girl yet it seems so far away.
I want to believe something could happen because of something so special.
But if I look back on the luck I've had in my life, it would go otherwise.
Everything is in doubt, and I can't help it.
I want to open up to her, and let her know everything.
I want to say so much to her, but the words just decay on my tongue.
It's not that I'm afraid, because in a way I'm so excited.
I don't want to believe it's true because I also don't want to be let down.
But of course there's always something holding me back, restricting me.
Somehow, it never fails. Whether it be she moves, the distance, the lies.
Maybe one day, I'll shed my skin and let the tide of words fall upon her.
Nothing more than an avalanche of emotions that I can't find the words for.
I wish I could just project my mind through a screen.
What I feel isn't comprehensible, It's like scratches on a record.
A record plays music, my mind plays echoes of desire.
A nervous shock, or an impulse of destiny fluttering.
One day you will know it all.
I hope the idea completely envelops you.
Well, I'm going to bed.
Peace.