I can't see their faces, only the shadows of their eyes
Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
well, thinking alot today. i'm about to slide into one of those things, does anybody even read this shit?
i lost my ipod last night, or it was stolen, or it's in seekamp's car. it makes me sad, why are they so small? i knew i should have brought my man purse with me, instead i shoved way too much shit in my jean jacket. it probably wasn't stolen because it was sitting at a table that was pretty much just my friends with a couple people i didn't know. oh well, no sense crying about it.
what else. oh, the thing where i couldn't talk to the girl i have a crush on because, well, i just can't act normal when i'm out of my element. plus i was way too intoxicated and would have talked funny talk, gibberish. instead i just tried to sit and look pretty and rambled some shit to her at the end of the night, can't quite remember what. i think it was okay auto-pilot stuff like "i'll come in and see you at your bar soon, or something"
why do i drink so much. tough question, i don't have much more emotional baggage than anyone else. i became very unhappy at the age of around 13, my family changed in a bad way around then as well, i struggled to find an identity after high school, i had been the most delightfully insane person to come out of my small town, i couldn't go to the city because i was too small town, i wouldn't have made it you see.
but i was also cocky, a smart-ass no-it-all (but i didn't know anything) with no work ethic and no regard for other's feelings. a terrible thing to be, but i am far from that now. i'm tuned into to a great station, and it's not WKZO. i would die for you now, you have to know that. i can see your anxieties, and your insecurities and fears, i would never exploit them, but i can see them, unless you're REALLY good at hiding them. all i want from you is truth, i can handle anything else as long as you give me that.
digressing. i drink because i'm unhappy and lonely and i'm also lonely and unhappy because i drink. you don't think i would love to stay home curled up with someone, watching old hitchcock movies and eating takeout? of course i would, isn't that what we all want, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards for me.
i think that guy with the big hair, the bummy guy in the vine neighborhood, might be the devil or god. when i was going into the dragon inn with steve and malcolm he asked me for money. i almost always give money when someone is REALLY crazy and disheveled looking, but this time i didn't. when i walked in, a pigeon flew straight at my face at full speed and i barely got out of the way. he laughed, with a crazy look in his eyes. so the other day, when i walked out of fourth coast with a full cup of coffee, he asked me if he could have money for a coffee and i gave him mine. now, he could have said "fuck this coffee, it's tepid and there's no sugar in it" but he didn't he was grateful and he asked "are you sure you don't want it?" so, that guy's alright in my book, and he may be the devil or god.
i better get going to the football field for our little game. killian's gonna be at the tigers game today. how about that game yesterday? sending a message to the yankees. fuck your money and history, we got our thingwe're hungry, and not only are we not intimidated, we will do the intimidating. detroit is a tough fucking city man. okay.
once again
i love you
come to my birthday party next week
buy me an ipod
make out with me
trevor
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
well, thinking alot today. i'm about to slide into one of those things, does anybody even read this shit?
i lost my ipod last night, or it was stolen, or it's in seekamp's car. it makes me sad, why are they so small? i knew i should have brought my man purse with me, instead i shoved way too much shit in my jean jacket. it probably wasn't stolen because it was sitting at a table that was pretty much just my friends with a couple people i didn't know. oh well, no sense crying about it.
what else. oh, the thing where i couldn't talk to the girl i have a crush on because, well, i just can't act normal when i'm out of my element. plus i was way too intoxicated and would have talked funny talk, gibberish. instead i just tried to sit and look pretty and rambled some shit to her at the end of the night, can't quite remember what. i think it was okay auto-pilot stuff like "i'll come in and see you at your bar soon, or something"
why do i drink so much. tough question, i don't have much more emotional baggage than anyone else. i became very unhappy at the age of around 13, my family changed in a bad way around then as well, i struggled to find an identity after high school, i had been the most delightfully insane person to come out of my small town, i couldn't go to the city because i was too small town, i wouldn't have made it you see.
but i was also cocky, a smart-ass no-it-all (but i didn't know anything) with no work ethic and no regard for other's feelings. a terrible thing to be, but i am far from that now. i'm tuned into to a great station, and it's not WKZO. i would die for you now, you have to know that. i can see your anxieties, and your insecurities and fears, i would never exploit them, but i can see them, unless you're REALLY good at hiding them. all i want from you is truth, i can handle anything else as long as you give me that.
digressing. i drink because i'm unhappy and lonely and i'm also lonely and unhappy because i drink. you don't think i would love to stay home curled up with someone, watching old hitchcock movies and eating takeout? of course i would, isn't that what we all want, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards for me.
i think that guy with the big hair, the bummy guy in the vine neighborhood, might be the devil or god. when i was going into the dragon inn with steve and malcolm he asked me for money. i almost always give money when someone is REALLY crazy and disheveled looking, but this time i didn't. when i walked in, a pigeon flew straight at my face at full speed and i barely got out of the way. he laughed, with a crazy look in his eyes. so the other day, when i walked out of fourth coast with a full cup of coffee, he asked me if he could have money for a coffee and i gave him mine. now, he could have said "fuck this coffee, it's tepid and there's no sugar in it" but he didn't he was grateful and he asked "are you sure you don't want it?" so, that guy's alright in my book, and he may be the devil or god.
i better get going to the football field for our little game. killian's gonna be at the tigers game today. how about that game yesterday? sending a message to the yankees. fuck your money and history, we got our thingwe're hungry, and not only are we not intimidated, we will do the intimidating. detroit is a tough fucking city man. okay.
once again
i love you
come to my birthday party next week
buy me an ipod
make out with me
trevor