the world requires no audience, no witnesses
the longer time goes between disasters, the cockier you get. the more you pretend there is any control in this world.
too busy for words. working everyday but friday when i go to school all day. think my manager kinda likes me so he gives me good hours. i spend forty hours a week at work and go to school 12 hours a week. there's not enough time for me to get in trouble. most days.
keeps me level but i sort of long for empty days to paint away, sing and walk. i know they are coming though.
maybe i will always be afraid. maybe i will always try to run. but i love him, feel differently about this one, so i try to keep myself steady. and he tries hard too, and as long as he's trying i'm staying. he makes me feel warm all over, all the time. maybe that makes no sense.
i feel new every morning, raw every sunrise. i'm just trying to learn something on this big fucking rock before i turn to nothing, ya dig?
too busy for words. working everyday but friday when i go to school all day. think my manager kinda likes me so he gives me good hours. i spend forty hours a week at work and go to school 12 hours a week. there's not enough time for me to get in trouble. most days.
keeps me level but i sort of long for empty days to paint away, sing and walk. i know they are coming though.
maybe i will always be afraid. maybe i will always try to run. but i love him, feel differently about this one, so i try to keep myself steady. and he tries hard too, and as long as he's trying i'm staying. he makes me feel warm all over, all the time. maybe that makes no sense.
i feel new every morning, raw every sunrise. i'm just trying to learn something on this big fucking rock before i turn to nothing, ya dig?