The Old Piano Roll Blues.
Now that the excitement and go-go-go of the holidays has gone, I'm left with the silence of knowing that I no longer have any idea what to do now.
I keep building plans, plotting lines of the life I want to lead, places and times marked to assure myself that it is real ... or could be.
And then the tide comes in high, as it is wont to do.
Since this is the only place to build, I need to find a better way to keep the tide away, instead of the frantic waving I've been doing.
Can you believe that my peers are in their junior year of college now? And I can't even pay for a full course load (or any courses for that matter) at the local community college (my freshman year) because Mommy's gone crazy again. I know these chains don't really look like the conventional chains, but I swear they're chains just the same.
All I really want to do is go to fucking school. I'm trying to make money, so I can pay bills, fund my short film, take classes in the summer, pay for college. Go somewhere beyond the bullshit small towns I've been relegated to, the Mother than leans on me a little too hard, the family that thinks I've got nothing anyway.
Yeah, someone get me a Scotch.
I keep building plans, plotting lines of the life I want to lead, places and times marked to assure myself that it is real ... or could be.
And then the tide comes in high, as it is wont to do.
Since this is the only place to build, I need to find a better way to keep the tide away, instead of the frantic waving I've been doing.
Can you believe that my peers are in their junior year of college now? And I can't even pay for a full course load (or any courses for that matter) at the local community college (my freshman year) because Mommy's gone crazy again. I know these chains don't really look like the conventional chains, but I swear they're chains just the same.
All I really want to do is go to fucking school. I'm trying to make money, so I can pay bills, fund my short film, take classes in the summer, pay for college. Go somewhere beyond the bullshit small towns I've been relegated to, the Mother than leans on me a little too hard, the family that thinks I've got nothing anyway.
Yeah, someone get me a Scotch.