Update: Pride Song. Diss Verse. Pride Verse. Hope Lines. Shallow Lines.
I was going to write about what's been up in the life of, but to be honest it hasn't been much. Yesterday was hard. As it always is. But it was nice to see that some people remembered. I got a picture of Jon's headstone in a picture message. That was the only thing that made me cry all day. Unfortunately I was at work upon receiving the message and THAT'S awkward. Lol. Nothing like crying in a factory full of dudes. Haha oh well. I stayed out of the picture for the most part. Other than that, I guess the gym is going really well. Except I pulled something in my shoulder yesterday. And it still hurts. That sucks. But other than that, it's going awesome. Running is going really well....which is surprising. I ran for 30 mins today. Straight. Without stopping. That's uncanny for me to do. Looks like my lungs are getting better. Speaking of that though, Quitting smoking is going absolutely terrible, which is incredibly frustrating. I'm going to need some help on this (God, that's your deal. You figure this shit out for me huh?) Just kidding about that. (Kind of, it'd be nice if I woke up tomorrow and didn't feel the need though) I'm gonna buy some kind of quit smoking aid. I keep telling myself I'm going to do it, but I'm having my mom call my health insurance people about it. I think they have super discounts and crap like that. I mean they should, if I'm not healthy they have to deal with it. Lol. That's about it I guess.
Anyway, These are all incomplete works. Disappointing. Some really good thoughts, just not enough. Damn writers block. Just can't seem to hash any of these ideas out. Oh well. I'll work it out. Guitar is sounding nice these days. I just need to stick to one style. I enjoy music too much to write for one style, but I need to just choose. Oh well.
I've got the time if you've got the patience.
Tell me a story, try to catch my interest.
I'm only as loyal as my span of attention.
Speak up quickly if you've got something to mention.
I've got the passion if you've got the weapons.
Unsuccessful in joy, but unmatched in wisdom.
To scared to stay, far to bruised to abandon.
Searching for something without a map or a mission.
I've got the heartache if you've got permission
Keep your hand steady this is made for precision
Opportunity lacks but not for lack of ambition
I'm only as loyal as my span of attention.
Find a little dedication
You know you've got the time
Grab yourself some medication
Get your life in line
Maybe get an occupation
Something that pays bills
Your eyes show lack of motivation
Pop a few more pills
What a perfect combination
Losing battles, Losing Wars
Blame it on intoxication
The Pauper and The Whore.
One is more than company for me
Because I am all that I need
No one will quite measure up
When next to me.
Call it self centered. Call it pride
But until I'm proven wrong then I'm right
At the end of the night I'm the one with the mic
Which gives me the right to decide
Whether your thoughts are even heard
Chances are you won't get in a word
Because as far as I'm concerned
You my friend are just a bird.
Remember my name when you call your saints
And I'll stand with them at heavens' gates
Even if I'm called last on account of all my sins
I'll be alright because at least I've made it in.
And nobody can find out about us now
I don't know about you but I've got
an image to hold, an image to hold.
Anyway, These are all incomplete works. Disappointing. Some really good thoughts, just not enough. Damn writers block. Just can't seem to hash any of these ideas out. Oh well. I'll work it out. Guitar is sounding nice these days. I just need to stick to one style. I enjoy music too much to write for one style, but I need to just choose. Oh well.
I've got the time if you've got the patience.
Tell me a story, try to catch my interest.
I'm only as loyal as my span of attention.
Speak up quickly if you've got something to mention.
I've got the passion if you've got the weapons.
Unsuccessful in joy, but unmatched in wisdom.
To scared to stay, far to bruised to abandon.
Searching for something without a map or a mission.
I've got the heartache if you've got permission
Keep your hand steady this is made for precision
Opportunity lacks but not for lack of ambition
I'm only as loyal as my span of attention.
Find a little dedication
You know you've got the time
Grab yourself some medication
Get your life in line
Maybe get an occupation
Something that pays bills
Your eyes show lack of motivation
Pop a few more pills
What a perfect combination
Losing battles, Losing Wars
Blame it on intoxication
The Pauper and The Whore.
One is more than company for me
Because I am all that I need
No one will quite measure up
When next to me.
Call it self centered. Call it pride
But until I'm proven wrong then I'm right
At the end of the night I'm the one with the mic
Which gives me the right to decide
Whether your thoughts are even heard
Chances are you won't get in a word
Because as far as I'm concerned
You my friend are just a bird.
Remember my name when you call your saints
And I'll stand with them at heavens' gates
Even if I'm called last on account of all my sins
I'll be alright because at least I've made it in.
And nobody can find out about us now
I don't know about you but I've got
an image to hold, an image to hold.