I wish I had diluted vodka in my house.
I'll drink it all down,
wash my worries away&wake up with a splitting headache in the morning.
Maybe it'll help me think clearer + better
It's funny when you're drunk how everything seems clear.
My thoughts have been all foggy recently.
I'm giving up on many things.
The computer's not one of them.
I'm like a computerholic. Take it away and I die.
I can't stop thinking about it.
I get shivers and break out in cold sweat.
The best thing about this is that I won't die of liver failure.
I have a morbid + sacarstic sense of humor.
It doesn't seem fun anymore.
I'm hovering between the edge of here and there.
A second from falling over the edge.
Into the abyss of your mind.
or is it my own?
Work work work work work.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All play no work makes Jack a fun boy.
Fun > Dull.
Or is it dull > fun.
Right now it's neither.
I have no self-control
you took it away with you when you left
Continue playing those tunes on the grand baby piano.
Play play.
Make those ebony and ivory tinkle.
Make them smile.
Make them feel used
You're so much better than I'll ever be & more.
Pressing my fingers to the ivory keys.
Seems harder than before.
The metal strings are now my enemies.
They cut deep into my fingers, leaving scars
Angry deep red scars.
They go away with ice.
Sometimes I wish I could leave it there as a symbol of my hardwork (or lack thereof).
I just want to be good at this so I can get my ticket out of here.
We have the resources.
I just have no talent. The only thing I can do is write.
I'm sorry.
Pull me by the hand.
Twirl me around.
Dance dance dance the night away.
We'll forget everything.
Dance me out of my life won't you?
you put things in reverse.
I wish I had eyebags.
Even if they will never go away.
I just want my guitar to be tuned again.
My dreams just seem furthur away then ever.
The pessimist is taking over.
Goodbye seems so much easier than I can do it.
I stare in the mirror.
Throw the lines at it.
Talk to my reflection.
It tells me the same thing.
The more I look at it,
the more I think
nothing will ever work out.
As far as I'm concerned. Kerosene will ALWAYS be for burning things down. Especially bridges. Screw airplane fuel.
♥xo
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