I feel responsibility to nothing, to no one. If I had any readers, they'd notice.
I find myself asking obligatory questions; "How was your day?"; "What's wrong?"; "Is there anything I can do to help?" - only to not listen to the typical, tired answer.
I choose instead to live in my fucked up head.
It's so fucked up in there, it's almost perfect. In fact, it would be perfect, if not for reality. A reality having absolutely nothing to do with me. A plastic reality, with plastic eyes. And so, I am fucked up.
All I want is to be gone, with the sweetest person I've never met. To prove that I'm better... than something. Than someone. I'm better than a tired past. I'm better than a bridge that should have been burned. I'm better than a fool in love (or something like it). I'm better than a few fingers of Irish whiskey. I'm better than a few fingers in your rib cage.
I'm just better.
I just am.
I have to be.
"Motel Of The White Locust" - Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence (2000) -Glassjaw
August 21, 2010
I find myself asking obligatory questions; "How was your day?"; "What's wrong?"; "Is there anything I can do to help?" - only to not listen to the typical, tired answer.
I choose instead to live in my fucked up head.
It's so fucked up in there, it's almost perfect. In fact, it would be perfect, if not for reality. A reality having absolutely nothing to do with me. A plastic reality, with plastic eyes. And so, I am fucked up.
All I want is to be gone, with the sweetest person I've never met. To prove that I'm better... than something. Than someone. I'm better than a tired past. I'm better than a bridge that should have been burned. I'm better than a fool in love (or something like it). I'm better than a few fingers of Irish whiskey. I'm better than a few fingers in your rib cage.
I'm just better.
I just am.
I have to be.
"Motel Of The White Locust" - Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence (2000) -Glassjaw
August 21, 2010
