flake like corn

[jscho]

I believe I can see the future
Because I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
Then again, that might have been a dream

I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I’ve been told
I really don’t want them to come around
Oh, no.

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

feeling like a nine inch nails song,  never a cheery thing.  oh well.

just got back from a week or so in nyc.  i'm awkward and smoke too much pot when i'm there.  made me homesick for new york and feel incredibly out of place at the same time

blah