Somebody's Nothing...
I'm too weak and it is too strong. My body is ready to collapse even more so than my heart, I'm waiting for them both to crumble into a heap on the floor so that they can be politely stepped over. Work - today - was hell, in a metaphorical and literal sense; the temperature in the kitchen reached 102 at one point during the day and every time I walked my legs felt like thin, wire twigs that snapped and cracked and splintered as I dragged my huge stone feet. I wanna wake up where everything is taken care of and I don't have to look back with such regret on all my ugly, ugly mistakes. Because really thats what selfish mistakes do to you, they make you ugly inside and noone knows but you, and you hide and cry and run, paniced and furied and protective of all your little secrets. I wanna leave my baggage at home, in the fall, I hope to be packing light.
Run through traffic, wake up a sleeping giant, burn your house down, steal the crown jewels, chop down Yosemite, stir the pot, shoot the president, join a cult, spray paint a masterpiece, run for your life...I am.