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yawn yawn yaw
I'm so tired
went to bed at 12:30 and woke up at 6.
I couldn't sleep.
This is putting a strain on me, mentally.
It's all about the money.
All about the money.
Money.
The hours are sooo bad.
I work an 11 hour day.
Go home 'round 10 or 10:30.
Shower, eat, dishes, then it's 11.
11:30 and I'm talking to people online
or playing something.
Midnight creeps up unexpectingly.
Then bed around 1.
I can't take much more of this.
I guess I can catch a nap in the car today.
"Na na na na na na na hey jude..."
There's not too much goin' in my life right now.
Work has been my life for the past few weeks.
Remember when I said "maybe start a relationship this summer"?
That's not gonna work.
I don't think girls would like someone who can't do anything on the weekends.
Or any day for that matter...
Today's my mom's birthday.
She's turning 50.
She's an oldie.
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
-The Weakerthans
I'm so tired
went to bed at 12:30 and woke up at 6.
I couldn't sleep.
This is putting a strain on me, mentally.
It's all about the money.
All about the money.
Money.
The hours are sooo bad.
I work an 11 hour day.
Go home 'round 10 or 10:30.
Shower, eat, dishes, then it's 11.
11:30 and I'm talking to people online
or playing something.
Midnight creeps up unexpectingly.
Then bed around 1.
I can't take much more of this.
I guess I can catch a nap in the car today.
"Na na na na na na na hey jude..."
There's not too much goin' in my life right now.
Work has been my life for the past few weeks.
Remember when I said "maybe start a relationship this summer"?
That's not gonna work.
I don't think girls would like someone who can't do anything on the weekends.
Or any day for that matter...
Today's my mom's birthday.
She's turning 50.
She's an oldie.
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
-The Weakerthans