saved by grace but destroyed by naivety
Its much to dark in my room, Ive decided. I think that maybe if i got another light in here all would be right in the world. Mr.s O'Gorski was talking about how changing one small thing can fix everything and i think that another lamp just might be it. Ha yeah sure.
We keep entirely too many secrets. It cant be healthy. I mean sure maybe a few but it almost seems like we go out of our way to have them. I mean why the fuck would we want to do that? We train ourselves to be so exclusive or reclusive or clandestine just for the sake of it. I dont think it makes anyone happier. Id kill for an honest existance.
Some people lack perspective, and that sucks.
I am worried for college. Well more i am worried about what will happen to everyone else in my absence. Granted, none of my business, but im allowed to worry for people right? I just want ot make sure people dont screw themselves over. If i could be a conscience, i think i would be. Its stupid of me to think i know better, but everyone thinks they have the best grip on things right? When it comes to world-view we all consider ourselves experts, and those poor people who disagree are misguided or just flat out suck.
I hope i get into ithaca. Me and bmac will moderately pimp it because we're witty and outrageously handsome.
Hmm hand-some? I wonder why that word got associated with good looking. I mean what does hand have to do with anything. If anyone is so inclined as to find out, I would like to know.
Now I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I've concealed
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can�t sleep and you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy, I'll make it easy
All I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
And a melody to keep me from worrying
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me, and they will be laughing
My mediocrity, my mediocrity
oh bright eyes, i suppose thats not good for scene points anymore
We keep entirely too many secrets. It cant be healthy. I mean sure maybe a few but it almost seems like we go out of our way to have them. I mean why the fuck would we want to do that? We train ourselves to be so exclusive or reclusive or clandestine just for the sake of it. I dont think it makes anyone happier. Id kill for an honest existance.
Some people lack perspective, and that sucks.
I am worried for college. Well more i am worried about what will happen to everyone else in my absence. Granted, none of my business, but im allowed to worry for people right? I just want ot make sure people dont screw themselves over. If i could be a conscience, i think i would be. Its stupid of me to think i know better, but everyone thinks they have the best grip on things right? When it comes to world-view we all consider ourselves experts, and those poor people who disagree are misguided or just flat out suck.
I hope i get into ithaca. Me and bmac will moderately pimp it because we're witty and outrageously handsome.
Hmm hand-some? I wonder why that word got associated with good looking. I mean what does hand have to do with anything. If anyone is so inclined as to find out, I would like to know.
Now I've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope, yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I've concealed
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can�t sleep and you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy, I'll make it easy
All I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
And a melody to keep me from worrying
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me, and they will be laughing
My mediocrity, my mediocrity
oh bright eyes, i suppose thats not good for scene points anymore