Ah
"I remember when we were just sixteen and dreaming.
Drinking in the basement just shouting and screaming.
Listening to our favorite records all the while thinking,
Someday we're gonna be there on stage all singing.
Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken?
Lying to our parents on what we were smoking.
Solving all our problems with bottles and women.
Even though we knew we were better without them.
This is not me, this is not me.
This is me.
Getting old, getting cold and getting stoned.
I'll write backwards and call it art.
I'll set things right from the very start.
And I know my heart won't get in the way,
I hope to God that they take me away.
While my foot is tapping out the rhythm.
While my foot just taps out the rhythm."
fuuuck I can't sleep.
I'm thinking about way too many things. I hate when you want to tell someone something you know will make them happy or proud, but for some reason you just can't. Even when it's the most simple of things. Such as telling someone how much you appreciate them, and love their presence. Something they should know already but telling them just enforces that feeling.
This will help me fall asleep. Writing things out, something I unfortunately neglect to do anymore. My feelings in words seems to calm me down.
This is turning into a rambling.
Life needs to be more epic. It needs to have more purpose.
Much more purpose so I don't have to make a big deal about the little things. It's five in the morning and I'm just now starting to fall asleep.
Good night.
Drinking in the basement just shouting and screaming.
Listening to our favorite records all the while thinking,
Someday we're gonna be there on stage all singing.
Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken?
Lying to our parents on what we were smoking.
Solving all our problems with bottles and women.
Even though we knew we were better without them.
This is not me, this is not me.
This is me.
Getting old, getting cold and getting stoned.
I'll write backwards and call it art.
I'll set things right from the very start.
And I know my heart won't get in the way,
I hope to God that they take me away.
While my foot is tapping out the rhythm.
While my foot just taps out the rhythm."
fuuuck I can't sleep.
I'm thinking about way too many things. I hate when you want to tell someone something you know will make them happy or proud, but for some reason you just can't. Even when it's the most simple of things. Such as telling someone how much you appreciate them, and love their presence. Something they should know already but telling them just enforces that feeling.
This will help me fall asleep. Writing things out, something I unfortunately neglect to do anymore. My feelings in words seems to calm me down.
This is turning into a rambling.
Life needs to be more epic. It needs to have more purpose.
Much more purpose so I don't have to make a big deal about the little things. It's five in the morning and I'm just now starting to fall asleep.
Good night.