Once upon a time, I used to get out.

Apr 30, 2007 23:21

Every now and then, I find my way outside.
Most of the time, I'm thinking of somewhere else.
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What will we ever do for fun if we stop?
I'm afraid to get clean. I'm afraid that I'll be boring.
That we'll be boring. But I don't want to be so sick and so tired.
I don't want to be the one keeping us in at night.
I want to feel 19 and do 19 year old things.
Not being 19 and doing dead year old things.
But I found a job that could be a career.
What a great find.
How many people would tell me to hang on to that?
Do I want to hang on to that if it means that I set up life here?
Life here will always be as it was, as it is.
You might think so much has changed since last summer.
This fucking place will always be the same.
And I don't care how well you know me,
I never wanted that.
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