Loco
Yesterday at work was a fucking nightmare. The more I think that I want to quit smoking I smoke more. What the fuck is up with that? I'm constantly pissed in the back of my mind about everything at home and it only takes one wrong sentence to set me off. I need someone to have a party or something. I want to go out and do something. There is nothing going on. I heard U2's "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" on satellite and forgot how fucking good that song is.
You walk around in a fog thinking "I could be doing more". And you continue about this useless serade praying for someone to bitch slap you awake. But still you're sleep walking eternity. Maybe it's right in your pocket but all you pull out is old reciepts and a penny. Smoke the cigarette and pray for the God you're not sure of to answer the prayers. Calendars flip pages and the year just went by.
Not sure what the fuck I just wrote. But it might be good.
You walk around in a fog thinking "I could be doing more". And you continue about this useless serade praying for someone to bitch slap you awake. But still you're sleep walking eternity. Maybe it's right in your pocket but all you pull out is old reciepts and a penny. Smoke the cigarette and pray for the God you're not sure of to answer the prayers. Calendars flip pages and the year just went by.
Not sure what the fuck I just wrote. But it might be good.