when I was 13 or so I knew that I wanted to live alone and work long hours. I never knew why. But then suddenly I was fourteen and in love and I wanted to be married. Then I wanted to be alone again. Point is this is silly. I'm not trying to be anything. Just taking this daily.
How are they so many of you? Lord. I can't keep up. Maybe I take too many naps and sleep too long. I feel like I'm always chasing... Always so confused and for a very long time I sat and watched. Then I turned twenty. And as if for some reason God decided that Twenty was the year. Doors opened and we walked through. I can see you clearly now. Everyday's to do list is one step closer to I made it. And every sleep less night is one less dream and for once I'm really glad man. I'm really fucken glad I'm not feeling like you're slipping away. I'm trying to keep up. I'm really trying to stay awake.
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