I Kill Myself in Small Amounts
Friday night I went to 56th and Shea to watch him embarrass himself. Guess what? I still wonder if maybe I'm not half-crazy about him anyway.
Saturday afternoon I decided I was through caring about doing "the right thing" and wanted only to do what I knew felt good.
Sunday morning I got a text message that transported me two years into the past. I'm wondering if maybe I'd like to stay there and do those three weeks over and over again in an endless loop.
I wonder if maybe I'm doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again, just because I like how wonderful it feels inside to hurt like hell.
Saturday afternoon I decided I was through caring about doing "the right thing" and wanted only to do what I knew felt good.
Sunday morning I got a text message that transported me two years into the past. I'm wondering if maybe I'd like to stay there and do those three weeks over and over again in an endless loop.
I wonder if maybe I'm doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again, just because I like how wonderful it feels inside to hurt like hell.