“Little blue pills to help you sleep. I don’t like my dreams, so I prefer to drink. I’m clawing at my chest, but the real problem’s in my head.
At least that’s what you say.
There’s no such thing as love & freedom. There’s only money & sex, addiction & depression, poverty & all affection is misguided & the lies keep building up.
I am so tired, my bones do ache. There’s no time to rest, for now we’ll have to wait. And, finally, when I can lay with you in bed, for some reason, I’ll drink alone instead.
My decisions don’t involve me anymore.
Just one more taste and I’ll accept this is my life. My cancerous companion always does its job right, and a job’s a funny thing ‘cause it’s their money that you need to pay them back when someone’s charging you to breathe.
Nauseous and sweating, coughing ‘till my throat bleeds, and I’m shaking so goddamn bad that I can barely hold this notepad to read the letter that you left me to remind me
Everything turns out okay”
i showed my english teacher this song today after tutoring and he digs it. im pretty god damn proud.
I’m trying to stay in DC for a few days to attend the protest happening outside of the FCC building supporting net-neutrality. after that im going to catch a bus north to the city where I’ll be reunited with my beloved travel guitar(a yamaha guitalele), as well as a chance to see all of my friends up there. So much to do. so little time. more plans being made for after that, but I don’t want to go into detail just yet! thanks to everyone who tries to follow along with my adventures. I’ll try to post more often.