how many blogs have i scrapped now? 5? 6, maybe?
oh well. changing i am, as people do.
an artist is an artist. and industry is an industry. just like hope is hope and faith is faith. two seperate things, they are.
-Let's move to Santa Monica
-i hate your stupid ego.
-A.M. is still my hero.
-The filthy, greedy music industry makes me want to explode.
this night's a perfect shade of
have you ever been alone
in a crowded room?
i sit here wishing it was next month and that i was in another town. quite interesting how much i want want want. it seems selfish. when so many other live just fine without want want wanting something different.
"i'm making plans not to make plans while i'm here"
and this place is paradise i'm sure
here's my reservation
i've been lost here once before
inside a good vibration
dude, i turn around and BAM it's almost the end of November. crazy, chyea.
layed on the pavement
it was nice and warm from the sun
"you can breath, you can breath now"
watched not one but two jetplanes
fly by, fly away
while i was laying there
in the same place
where are they going?
home for Thanksgiving,
away for work,
away from somebody
or are they like me
don't quite know where they're going?
maybe just a'swingin along like me
take this face and paint it up. still ain't a pretty sight.
he was always such a nice boy, oh always such a nice boy.
"i see what you don't see
turn around and
the shadows are all around me
two different people
two different places
through a one way window
with two different faces"
listening to old Blink makes me think of you. and sometimes and some places. that will never leave my memory
as long as i live.
and i think that i'm just fine with that.
i've been fighting with my mind
i've been angry and confused
for a long while
i think that i'm okay with everything.
no bitter taste left on my tongue
because there simply is no need
and i hope you feel the same
i am sure.
that no matter what
no matter where you go
with your life
no matter who you're with
i just want you to be happy.