I was the one worth leaving
My tattoo.
It was supposed to mean something...maybe just a form of trickery...or mind fuckery...or what ever 'ckery' suits you best...take it or leave it, it worked. My little permanent reminder did its little inky job and little ol' me was having a grand little ol' time.
And then, just like everything that becomes ordinary and invisible after looking at it so often...it became obsolete.
Now all anyones listening for are the mistakes
I know whats wrong....I think I know whats wrong...well...right or wrong at least I have something to point my finger at and say "Ah hah! Your why I feel like a sad and pathetic waste of beautiful life!"
And really...all anyone is really looking for is something to blame their inadequacies on...because heaven forbid anyone actually take responsibility for why they are miserable...positively unheard of...and I refuse to be any different...
At the center of the world...there's a statue of a girl
Scattered.
Im scattered.
Bits of me here and there and nothing much left intact for my mind to get a handle on. How are you really supposed to figure out who you are when you give something of yourself to everyone you've ever loved?
Something to remind us of all the sweetness that has passed through us
And with every bit gone, your insides change...your heart changes and your mind changes...different parts swell to fill in the holes...
bitterness. anger.
Other parts mourn the loss of pieces of themselves...
passion. friendship.
And retreat further inside...hoping to escape another loss...curling up inside with feined indifference.
The night rolls around and it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
And so I do what I do and at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
I forget things sometimes.
I forget who I am sometimes.
I really shouldnt rely on friends to remind me.
I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Im really not bad off. I can hardly feel anything.
Anything at all.
It was supposed to mean something...maybe just a form of trickery...or mind fuckery...or what ever 'ckery' suits you best...take it or leave it, it worked. My little permanent reminder did its little inky job and little ol' me was having a grand little ol' time.
And then, just like everything that becomes ordinary and invisible after looking at it so often...it became obsolete.
Now all anyones listening for are the mistakes
I know whats wrong....I think I know whats wrong...well...right or wrong at least I have something to point my finger at and say "Ah hah! Your why I feel like a sad and pathetic waste of beautiful life!"
And really...all anyone is really looking for is something to blame their inadequacies on...because heaven forbid anyone actually take responsibility for why they are miserable...positively unheard of...and I refuse to be any different...
At the center of the world...there's a statue of a girl
Scattered.
Im scattered.
Bits of me here and there and nothing much left intact for my mind to get a handle on. How are you really supposed to figure out who you are when you give something of yourself to everyone you've ever loved?
Something to remind us of all the sweetness that has passed through us
And with every bit gone, your insides change...your heart changes and your mind changes...different parts swell to fill in the holes...
bitterness. anger.
Other parts mourn the loss of pieces of themselves...
passion. friendship.
And retreat further inside...hoping to escape another loss...curling up inside with feined indifference.
The night rolls around and it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
And so I do what I do and at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
I forget things sometimes.
I forget who I am sometimes.
I really shouldnt rely on friends to remind me.
I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Im really not bad off. I can hardly feel anything.
Anything at all.