Monday, March 16, 2009

My standard break from life.

I've got a regular problem, so my standard break from life is in order. I'm having trouble making sentences. I'm older but I don't feel any smarter.
You see I don't know what I said to you, and now you're pissed at you-know-who... and I guess I deserve it. I wish I could waste my time without wasting all your time. I try to leave a good impression, but it's hard when my obsession's in a pint glass. And when you're only 23 19, it's not attractive to complain about your sore back.

Yes, I can bitch until my eyes are blue and you're in bed with someone new. And I guess you deserve him. Wish I could waste my time without wasting all your time.

I've got a motivation problem, so my standard break from life is getting longer. Spent over 30 hours in this bed in two days. I guess I could've phoned her. But now that I'm awake, I'd rather take a drink, walk down to the lake and beg the sky for lightning bolts. I can't waste my time without wasting all your time.

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