Nov 20, 2004 18:47
i'll be the first one to admit, that these chords won't amount to shit. And soon we'll all be more content with breaking even. We'll cut our losses, call it quits, get an 8-5 or 9-6, work all week to pay the rent, and laugh at what we've achieved and...
we'll be wallowing in misery, loneliness breeds honesty and we'll drown ourselves in self-pity forever, forever saying...
those were the best days of our lives, and we watched them all fly by without a second glance we kissed it all goodbye.
We used to drink during the week, but now the night's reserved for sleep, so we can all wake up early enough for coffee. And we'll grab our ties and tie them tight, lay our suits out every night, and curse another day that we're sucked into this grind...