sanity is only a state of mind...........
state--sooooo tired..........
ive been runnin' all night now....
runnin from your face
i cant remember how long
ive been stuck in this place.....
so how is it everytime i begin to write a song it sounds so trite and stupid?...anyhoo....
i came to a rather interesting realization last night.....
i hadnt been stoned in quite some time and i blurted this little nugget out in mixed company...and that poor girl seemed so interested up until that point.....shelly was defending me as a "nice" boy to two of her friends, and it hit me...since the pot erases the buffer between my brain and mouth, it also hit the rest of the room shortly thereafter....as much as i try to be the "nice, sensative boy" i have a habit of pushing away any seemingly decent ladies and turning into that fucker my mother always taught me not to be...everytime i allow someone to get close, or begin to care myself, i turn into my father (whom ive never met) and every other bastard that makes men as a whole look so bad....how the fuck can i constantly sabotage any hope of happiness?...
im so sorry, my sweetest mijanette--its probably better this way....i dont want to hurt you.....i do love you still.....
.........from every boy your mother warned you about.........
theres no such thing as a nice boy..........
ive been runnin' all night now....
runnin from your face
i cant remember how long
ive been stuck in this place.....
so how is it everytime i begin to write a song it sounds so trite and stupid?...anyhoo....
i came to a rather interesting realization last night.....
i hadnt been stoned in quite some time and i blurted this little nugget out in mixed company...and that poor girl seemed so interested up until that point.....shelly was defending me as a "nice" boy to two of her friends, and it hit me...since the pot erases the buffer between my brain and mouth, it also hit the rest of the room shortly thereafter....as much as i try to be the "nice, sensative boy" i have a habit of pushing away any seemingly decent ladies and turning into that fucker my mother always taught me not to be...everytime i allow someone to get close, or begin to care myself, i turn into my father (whom ive never met) and every other bastard that makes men as a whole look so bad....how the fuck can i constantly sabotage any hope of happiness?...
im so sorry, my sweetest mijanette--its probably better this way....i dont want to hurt you.....i do love you still.....
.........from every boy your mother warned you about.........
theres no such thing as a nice boy..........