This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way.
I really don't mind these 40 hour work weeks. They give me a good routine. My regulars come in. They assume their positions. This is at least something I can count on. Right now, my roommate is cleaning out a closet. This closet is about a foot from my bedroom door. It's 3am, . This is the first time she's cleaned anything. Ever. She has yet to move a cup/plate/fork from the living room/her bedroom/the bathroom to the kitchen. So the time she wants to clean is 3am. And it's the closet. In front of my bedroom.
Fuck, I'll take what I can get.
Oh wait...no no no...She's not cleaning. She's taking out the contents of the closet and SCATTERING THEM ABOUT THE HALLWAY AND SPILLING THEM INTO THE SPARE BEDROOM because she's in search of a DVD she hasn't watched in 7 years.
AWESUM!
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Speaking of routines, mine has been thrown on its ass, drugged, groped, and brought back home...waking up in the morning thinking What the fuck and why does my ass hurt??
Bummer.
I want my life back. I liked it that way.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my...
OMG my car is nice. (yeah. it's 3 days old. I can still gloat. GLOAT GLOAT GLOAT)
I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be well upon our way.
Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you
till you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
Tomorrow I have to go down to the courthouse and convince them to not arrest me on this silly bench warrant.
I lol'd
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
(Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?)
For some reason, when I go to the Peanut Barrel alone, three or four guys come up to me and poke fun at me sitting alone, sipping my stiff long islands. In Haslett bars, no one comes within 5 feet of me.
Location, location, location.
How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?
I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.
Dear god,
thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for Adult Swim at 3am. AWESUM!!!!
This man has giant balls.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way.
I really don't mind these 40 hour work weeks. They give me a good routine. My regulars come in. They assume their positions. This is at least something I can count on. Right now, my roommate is cleaning out a closet. This closet is about a foot from my bedroom door. It's 3am, . This is the first time she's cleaned anything. Ever. She has yet to move a cup/plate/fork from the living room/her bedroom/the bathroom to the kitchen. So the time she wants to clean is 3am. And it's the closet. In front of my bedroom.
Fuck, I'll take what I can get.
Oh wait...no no no...She's not cleaning. She's taking out the contents of the closet and SCATTERING THEM ABOUT THE HALLWAY AND SPILLING THEM INTO THE SPARE BEDROOM because she's in search of a DVD she hasn't watched in 7 years.
AWESUM!
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Speaking of routines, mine has been thrown on its ass, drugged, groped, and brought back home...waking up in the morning thinking What the fuck and why does my ass hurt??
Bummer.
I want my life back. I liked it that way.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my...
OMG my car is nice. (yeah. it's 3 days old. I can still gloat. GLOAT GLOAT GLOAT)
I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be well upon our way.
Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you
till you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
Tomorrow I have to go down to the courthouse and convince them to not arrest me on this silly bench warrant.
I lol'd
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
(Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?)
For some reason, when I go to the Peanut Barrel alone, three or four guys come up to me and poke fun at me sitting alone, sipping my stiff long islands. In Haslett bars, no one comes within 5 feet of me.
Location, location, location.
How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?
I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.
Dear god,
thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for Adult Swim at 3am. AWESUM!!!!
This man has giant balls.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.