With a conscious full of smoke and early morning radio. If you don’t have the time to stop and watch the sunrise than why even bother ponder the stars at night. Just drive yourself the long way home. We’re philosophical musing amusing ourselves

Where I belong is in my head but not in my hands out of reach from step and stride it feels like floating outside the current waiting for rescue and drowning at sea well I know now the upside of being underwater is finally sharing all your warmth that in which you can still achieve just swim back to the shore

I know it’s hard to talk about life like a Luftwaffe pigeon but they’re dive bombing us with all their shit so try to make a game of living of laughing, lying, and breathing kid you need to take the good with the bad or it’s all just a drag and your old and your dead inside like your parents were before the war before the shit hit the fan you’re still living and loveless but it’s hopeless feeling that heartless she’ll keep wishing on stars and praying to god you can’t change the way things are sometimes all the while you’ll keep hoping you’ll keep both eyes open and someday you’ll remember what it’s like to be one half of the whole

how do you connect with anyone around you when I hurt about the way that people are in the middle falling out of conversations I’m writing but i’m not sure who we’re supposed to be in the middle; falling out of conversations I’m writing philosophies on misanthropy in the middle; we’re falling out of I’ll write you when I get home and know where I’m supposed to be It’s too bad all the stories we made up where they came from was pure fiction, I’m tired of this scene and I’m a bet that says “no good Hemingway gets drunk and writes something bad about me” well why do I care, it’s your life and I’ve no say

one sided you’re nothing, but holes in the ceiling our time can be two-timing does it mean anything sleep when you want to or work longer hours on small schemes and small pursuits it’s all in what you choose to do and I'll just stay home we can’t remember younger years but we pass by our old houses and hope that time hasn’t changed us too much we start over and move forward if only I could

you get fucked up every night I thought you’d say goodbye instead you took the knife and turned my insides out youthful wisdom get a life or live a lie because you're out of your mind

get off your high horse you’re never gonna be what you think you are what’s on your TV that’s an idealized popcorn kernel culture made up to make you feel like irrelevant skeletons desensitized you’re irreverent made cardboard cutouts of your insignificance now I can’t feel anything anymore

how bad did you lose it abused and your down and out it’s too bad you’ve got a bad taste in your mouth but we’re honest now don’t tell me how it got so bad we stopped going out forgot all our friends could make us into different shapes to grow on and get out