Feb 16, 2006 04:41
went on a bike ride, then you yelled at my friends
you pose me and it's fine i'll do what -i'll do it.
just escape once a day with me.
we need better drugs.
this isn't working anymore and it never did.
it's too bad when nothing is wrong.
but you're wrong.
i need more distant escape; reality.
but it's fucked up; totally normal.
there is no connection.
shake.
flat tires and borrowed bikes with squeaky brakes.
i can't open up enough to allow any connection.
my body is sick.
my mind.
i am my father.
in 30 years i'll break and i'll be happy.
north and south for now.
why did you ever kiss me.
you don't want to start a fucking thing with me. Now i have to tell you who i am, and i have to tell you that i cannot be with anyone. i don't know when i'll be ready for anything, but right now it hurts to look at someone for too long. there is no connection. there cannot be a connection. so there isn't one. first i need to figure out my lifespan. i'm sorry i thought i was ready for something.