strange days

everything is conspiring to kill my buzz

I need someone, a person to talk to
Someone who’d care, to love
Could it be you? Could it be you?

Situation gets rough, then I start to panic
It’s not enough, it’s just a habit
Hey kid you’re sick
Well darling, this is it

You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They’ll hurt me bad but I won’t mind
They’ll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time

I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record
Oh yeah?
Well don’t get so distressed;
Did I happen to mention that I’m impressed?

I take 1, 1, 1 cuz you left me and
2, 2, 2 for my family and
3, 3, 3 for my heartache and
4, 4, 4 for my headaches! and
5, 5, 5 for my lonely and
6, 6, 6 for my sorrow and
7, 7 for nonono tomorrow and
8, 8 I forget what 8 was for! and
9, 9, 9 for a lost god and
10, 10, 10, 10 for everything
everything everything everything

You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They’ll hurt me bad but I won’t mind
They’ll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time

Kiss Off, The Violent Femmes (via cripsmcgee)

weeks go by and I don’t mind..

I’m experiencing an awful period of stagnation. There’s this neutrality in my head in which I can’t breathe; the lungs move in and out but no air is transferred…

I understand pain and depression. If I feel awful then I write about it, words or music. My system is infallible in this.

But this boring, blank feeling…

Each day is a carbon cutout of the last, each face just another to smile at blankly and maybe make laugh. There are faces I enjoy seeing more than others but the differences are really not significant. I am here and they are everywhere else, the computer is something else but is it?

I have to move on, I’ve been having to move on for months and I can’t because society dictates that I need a piece of paper to help me hold a job and be decent. I look at the road and I know the answer lies somewhere out past the black tar burned into the grass with god’s cigarette.

There are too man god damned useless people and obligations holding me back from who I want to be.

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