Faggoty problems and other such subjects
Lately I've been having a bitch of a good time tearing myself to pieces and looking at all those little parts I'm probably overanylizing everything, creating a selffufilling prophecy, story of my life. The fact that theres this seemingly out of sight out of mind policy with my dads alcholism isn't helpin me either because its not out of sight even, not evne close!
Yet that subject is totaly out of line and completly beaten to death. One thing I have been lacking is any form of creativity. For some reasone it all just stopped, like I ran out of bullets. I need sometihng to kick start me. Nothing really feels good anymore, I have to struggle to make it feel good, I have to struggle to make it.
The Backyard
A mess
A bloody fucking mess
And the more you focus on it
The more it grabs you by the throat
Hidden by the fact that you are afraid to become everything you hoped for
Tripping all those landmines on your way out
Just so you'll know
That theres no going home again
So lay on your back and watch the clouds
Lay on your back and taste the rain
Just lay on your back and taste the rain
And all you can taste is gasoline
And all you can taste is gasoline
Yet that subject is totaly out of line and completly beaten to death. One thing I have been lacking is any form of creativity. For some reasone it all just stopped, like I ran out of bullets. I need sometihng to kick start me. Nothing really feels good anymore, I have to struggle to make it feel good, I have to struggle to make it.
The Backyard
A mess
A bloody fucking mess
And the more you focus on it
The more it grabs you by the throat
Hidden by the fact that you are afraid to become everything you hoped for
Tripping all those landmines on your way out
Just so you'll know
That theres no going home again
So lay on your back and watch the clouds
Lay on your back and taste the rain
Just lay on your back and taste the rain
And all you can taste is gasoline
And all you can taste is gasoline