When the night has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we'll see...
when the world crumbles and falls, stand by me. it'll just be me and my bobby mcgee watching the waves roll in.
i got a new hat to match papa's brand new bag. it suits me well. so what's up with you?
i'll get myself some cheap sunglasses when i hear lips make a sound.
somebody's cold voice is giving me chills while i let the whole world pass me by.
cause i know i'm so slow, pop the top and let the sunshine in, open up your eyes.
she broadened her perspective, but i think i could love her, so how's it gonna be?
too much time, nah.
lonely is one of those words i hate to use because it sounds desperate, yet the purpose is not for such. however lonely is, despite all it's connotations and quick betrayals, the best word to describe the situation. because honestly, there's no one else here. eh, whatever, i suppose i can manage for longer, hell, there's a first time for everything. drop down, drop back, and bring it up to snuff, because this shit's not for snorting or a quick huff, it's back bred to it's fullest potential, and for you my friend, it's exponential.
i think that i should write a book. well actually, i kinda am already doing that, not sure if i'm going to finish it, but it's a book. but another one is order, i do believe. i think each chapter should be about every person i have ever associated myself with. yeah, i know, i'm sorta boring danny's idea, but i think i will wirte mine quite differently. anyway, enough new you don't give a damn about. speaking of news, go to google and search for jon stewart crossfire video, it's impressive. it assures me that all the faith i placed in him as a person was well deserved.
i'm realizing that money is one of those things, so i think a job might become one as well. god, i wish i could just have some damn money. seriously, i almost feel like playing the lottery. you know, i won't win and will end up completely defeating the purpose, but the temporary satisfaction is what matters.
i want to start a band, bad. i've been jamming with a people a lot and for the most part have felt like i need to do it more. except more with people who actually want to make songs and care about what they're playing as opposed to just hitting a guitar and loving what it does. well, maybe they're not that bad, but i want to make a band that makes music that moves, man. damn. i need to get to work on this project.
awww shit. it's five and the parties only go 'till eight in morning. i'm off to enjoy myself for a few hours before snapping out of it and realizing i'm a deranged sociopath. ciao.
thanks for listening.
i got a new hat to match papa's brand new bag. it suits me well. so what's up with you?
i'll get myself some cheap sunglasses when i hear lips make a sound.
somebody's cold voice is giving me chills while i let the whole world pass me by.
cause i know i'm so slow, pop the top and let the sunshine in, open up your eyes.
she broadened her perspective, but i think i could love her, so how's it gonna be?
too much time, nah.
lonely is one of those words i hate to use because it sounds desperate, yet the purpose is not for such. however lonely is, despite all it's connotations and quick betrayals, the best word to describe the situation. because honestly, there's no one else here. eh, whatever, i suppose i can manage for longer, hell, there's a first time for everything. drop down, drop back, and bring it up to snuff, because this shit's not for snorting or a quick huff, it's back bred to it's fullest potential, and for you my friend, it's exponential.
i think that i should write a book. well actually, i kinda am already doing that, not sure if i'm going to finish it, but it's a book. but another one is order, i do believe. i think each chapter should be about every person i have ever associated myself with. yeah, i know, i'm sorta boring danny's idea, but i think i will wirte mine quite differently. anyway, enough new you don't give a damn about. speaking of news, go to google and search for jon stewart crossfire video, it's impressive. it assures me that all the faith i placed in him as a person was well deserved.
i'm realizing that money is one of those things, so i think a job might become one as well. god, i wish i could just have some damn money. seriously, i almost feel like playing the lottery. you know, i won't win and will end up completely defeating the purpose, but the temporary satisfaction is what matters.
i want to start a band, bad. i've been jamming with a people a lot and for the most part have felt like i need to do it more. except more with people who actually want to make songs and care about what they're playing as opposed to just hitting a guitar and loving what it does. well, maybe they're not that bad, but i want to make a band that makes music that moves, man. damn. i need to get to work on this project.
awww shit. it's five and the parties only go 'till eight in morning. i'm off to enjoy myself for a few hours before snapping out of it and realizing i'm a deranged sociopath. ciao.
thanks for listening.