I don't feel at all like I fall.
It's nice. It's ok. It's boring. It's lame. All at once. I'm lazy. I'm a bitch. I hate work. I hate working. I hate leaving my bed. I hate showering. I hate going places. I hate people. I love my family. I love my bed. Gotta go to work, gotta go to work. Got to have a job.
It's more so a love/hate relationship between me and my life. How's that possible? Because my life likes to move too quickly for my liking. I can't catch up with it. So fuck it. Leave it alone and maybe eventually the clock will slow down. This will never end.
All I know, is that I have my friend back. An old friend that I was very involved with. An ex. The only one that plagued me. But it's ok now. He's fine. We're fine. We're back to the normal Brandon and Sam, just cut off the intimacy or the emotions, and what does that give you..there you go, friends! Just friends.
And I claim im not excited with my life anymore so i blame this town, this job, these friends, but the truth is that it's myself. I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint who I am, and when I've finally get it figured out, then I change the whole damn plan.
It's more so a love/hate relationship between me and my life. How's that possible? Because my life likes to move too quickly for my liking. I can't catch up with it. So fuck it. Leave it alone and maybe eventually the clock will slow down. This will never end.
All I know, is that I have my friend back. An old friend that I was very involved with. An ex. The only one that plagued me. But it's ok now. He's fine. We're fine. We're back to the normal Brandon and Sam, just cut off the intimacy or the emotions, and what does that give you..there you go, friends! Just friends.
And I claim im not excited with my life anymore so i blame this town, this job, these friends, but the truth is that it's myself. I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint who I am, and when I've finally get it figured out, then I change the whole damn plan.