the long road to the end of the road.
Slow it down to a creep.
im a creep.
but oooooh i get so deep.
i hear they save the best for last,
well im ready for it now.
if i spend one more day wasting away,
i just may waste away.
slow, choped and skrewed, leveling out the playing field.
the ever so meaningless "weekend" hascome and gone once more.
missed the show.
kissed a girl,
drank beer,
played cards.
Does there seem to be some sort of trend here.
why is everyday the same thing over and over.
its like some unimaginable force is holding me in this stagnet position.
i must admit i do little to change this but it feels as though i shouldnt have to and that things should progress by themselves. instead i seem to be stuck in neutral.
aside from that A False Embrace is now Contagen theory.
we played on friday, had some girls take sweet pics of us.
some random metal guy showed up behind the fence and said he like us.
we are trying to prepare to play a show as soon as possible our adoring public awaits.
so again the same thngs over and over im loosing the excitment. everything is dulled down. watered down. not the same great taste. I need somthing new somthing infinitly interesting to keep me happy. I just dont see it in the cards.
I have made up my mind and decided to move to peurto rico in 5 months.
ima be making mad bread lik 22 an hour. do the math. ill work 11 hours a day, and easily make a thousand a week. its the only way i see me geting my own place and puting myself througfh school. so i guess thats new and exciting but its a ways off.
"I had my way with a girl in tuscony"
Dramatic hints of jealousy come beating down the door.
In regards to all involved the outcome is dreary.
salty concentration of teers pool up enough to drown in.
all this over spilt milk.
and i thought i was the one worth leaving.
when does the fun end and the bullshit begin.
restless.
step by step, day by day.
second chances and letdowns.
the whiole world revolves around me.
easy enough to spell out the words,
even harder to say.
gladly fill in the empty space with any kind of pretty face.
at least she'll do, but just for tonight.
i'll have em taking numbers and queing up around the block im sure.
cause when your pimp hand is this strong,
you better have the dong to back it up.
nothing ever changes,
except the scenery rearanges.
As always,
Where i want to be.
_Matt
im a creep.
but oooooh i get so deep.
i hear they save the best for last,
well im ready for it now.
if i spend one more day wasting away,
i just may waste away.
slow, choped and skrewed, leveling out the playing field.
the ever so meaningless "weekend" hascome and gone once more.
missed the show.
kissed a girl,
drank beer,
played cards.
Does there seem to be some sort of trend here.
why is everyday the same thing over and over.
its like some unimaginable force is holding me in this stagnet position.
i must admit i do little to change this but it feels as though i shouldnt have to and that things should progress by themselves. instead i seem to be stuck in neutral.
aside from that A False Embrace is now Contagen theory.
we played on friday, had some girls take sweet pics of us.
some random metal guy showed up behind the fence and said he like us.
we are trying to prepare to play a show as soon as possible our adoring public awaits.
so again the same thngs over and over im loosing the excitment. everything is dulled down. watered down. not the same great taste. I need somthing new somthing infinitly interesting to keep me happy. I just dont see it in the cards.
I have made up my mind and decided to move to peurto rico in 5 months.
ima be making mad bread lik 22 an hour. do the math. ill work 11 hours a day, and easily make a thousand a week. its the only way i see me geting my own place and puting myself througfh school. so i guess thats new and exciting but its a ways off.
"I had my way with a girl in tuscony"
Dramatic hints of jealousy come beating down the door.
In regards to all involved the outcome is dreary.
salty concentration of teers pool up enough to drown in.
all this over spilt milk.
and i thought i was the one worth leaving.
when does the fun end and the bullshit begin.
restless.
step by step, day by day.
second chances and letdowns.
the whiole world revolves around me.
easy enough to spell out the words,
even harder to say.
gladly fill in the empty space with any kind of pretty face.
at least she'll do, but just for tonight.
i'll have em taking numbers and queing up around the block im sure.
cause when your pimp hand is this strong,
you better have the dong to back it up.
nothing ever changes,
except the scenery rearanges.
As always,
Where i want to be.
_Matt