*reaching out from underneath the blankets, pressing Play on the stereo remote*
*covering back up as I hear the strumming of guitars and Bob Dylans voice*
Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.
Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
*blowing out air, peeking out from the covers* *feeling around for my laptop* *finding it, flipping it open, giving it a few taps* *smiles slightly cause its still working* *frowning cause I've noticed several keys missing* *cursing under my breath*
*pushing hair back, getting a load of how bad I smell* *making a mental note to take a shower*
*sitting up, tenting the covers over my head, wrapping the rest around my body*
*one finger typing*
Okay...don't mind me...I get like this sometimes *points to CRAZYTOWN sign above my bedroom door*
I'm in a bad mood...and I don't really know why.
*pausing...sighing because I know that's a lie*
Okay...I know why...I'm just *shaking my head* I don't really want to talk about it...*shaking my head, because I know that's a lie too*
*takes in a breath* You ever imagine your life in someone elses hands? You know...every obstacle you've had to face...every heartbreak...every victory. And imagine them using your life...better than you have? Where you've failed they've triumphed...where your heart was trampled on...they've soared and found everlasting love?
*biting my lip* I do that all the time...I'm doing that right now. And all I can think is...I want a do over. So I can get it right...like the person I imagine using my life would get it.
*bites lip more, cause I'm gonna cry* *blows out a breath, looking up @ the ceiling*
*whispering* I need a do over...
*closing my laptop, gently placing it on the floor*
*covering back up*
Tara
Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.
Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
*blowing out air, peeking out from the covers* *feeling around for my laptop* *finding it, flipping it open, giving it a few taps* *smiles slightly cause its still working* *frowning cause I've noticed several keys missing* *cursing under my breath*
*pushing hair back, getting a load of how bad I smell* *making a mental note to take a shower*
*sitting up, tenting the covers over my head, wrapping the rest around my body*
*one finger typing*
Okay...don't mind me...I get like this sometimes *points to CRAZYTOWN sign above my bedroom door*
I'm in a bad mood...and I don't really know why.
*pausing...sighing because I know that's a lie*
Okay...I know why...I'm just *shaking my head* I don't really want to talk about it...*shaking my head, because I know that's a lie too*
*takes in a breath* You ever imagine your life in someone elses hands? You know...every obstacle you've had to face...every heartbreak...every victory. And imagine them using your life...better than you have? Where you've failed they've triumphed...where your heart was trampled on...they've soared and found everlasting love?
*biting my lip* I do that all the time...I'm doing that right now. And all I can think is...I want a do over. So I can get it right...like the person I imagine using my life would get it.
*bites lip more, cause I'm gonna cry* *blows out a breath, looking up @ the ceiling*
*whispering* I need a do over...
*closing my laptop, gently placing it on the floor*
*covering back up*
Tara