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"be prepared to hate something you love" as spouted from an inebriated co-workers mouth.
if it's about "making it" i could be fucked. if it's about just plain being better than all the failures than i already feel acomplished. music is a brutal thing. it's easier to kiss ass in the corporate world than with a guitar and your gut-strings.
this is it then. there's not much for me. college has been a bane and dad keeps trying to find me jobs when i've already got one.
i feel like a change in my united state would bring me some solice, but deprive me of a long-built unity that im taking for granted if i leave with prospects of something more.
i could go anywhere with only the anchor of a cell phone bill and my car's gas tank. but will i? i've stayed here for so long and if feel like i should have been out years ago. i should be in a dormatory fretting my exams and maybe some girl that will prove to be less than the effort i give up.
if you need me: i'll be making love to a bottle and a sixstring.
if it's about "making it" i could be fucked. if it's about just plain being better than all the failures than i already feel acomplished. music is a brutal thing. it's easier to kiss ass in the corporate world than with a guitar and your gut-strings.
this is it then. there's not much for me. college has been a bane and dad keeps trying to find me jobs when i've already got one.
i feel like a change in my united state would bring me some solice, but deprive me of a long-built unity that im taking for granted if i leave with prospects of something more.
i could go anywhere with only the anchor of a cell phone bill and my car's gas tank. but will i? i've stayed here for so long and if feel like i should have been out years ago. i should be in a dormatory fretting my exams and maybe some girl that will prove to be less than the effort i give up.
if you need me: i'll be making love to a bottle and a sixstring.