09 March 2009

For the record, I hate funerals. It broke my heart.

Also for the record, Knightdale kills me. Everytime. These boys KILL me. Seriously. I don't know what to do. I can't keep playing this game anymore and I can't make myself stop.

And I need to write but I can't think of anything more to say.

So i raise my glass to symmetry
to the second hand and its accuracy
to the actual size of everything
the desert is the sand
you can't hold it in your hand
it won't bow to your demands
there's no difference you can make
there's no difference you can make
and if it seems like an accident
a collage of senselessness
you aren't looking hard enough
i wasn't looking hard enough

...i want to learn such simple things
not politics, not history
so what i want and what i need
can finally be the same
i just got myself to blame
leave everything up to fate
when there's choices i could make
when there's choices i could make
now my heart needs a polygraph
always so eager to pack my bags
when i really wanna stay
when i really wanna stay.