And I can't see why you'd want to live here

This system of money and credit and bills is not working.
And more importantly, it shouldn't matter.
Money is a cold illusion and Debt doesn't allow for second chances.
It's a waste of time that leads to a downward spiral.

This whole world is a downward spiral.
And somehow I know that the bad outweighs the good
Because my happiness is always temporary
And it seems to be sooner and sooner that
the darkness will cut in
And take out more of me
Than I even knew was left.
An exhausting circle that gets smaller and smaller each time.

Do you ever feel relieved when you think about death?
As if God knows how extremely fucked up this place is
and he knows just exactly how much we can take.
And he's gonna show us.

Easy.Lucky.Free

I hope you dance.

You sit at home and watch T.V. all alone.
Mindlessly working monday through friday.
Paying the same bills with the same paycheck month after month after month.
Coming home to absolutely nothing and no one.
Even when I'm here, I'm no one.
You stand for nothing. And for you, nothing is worth it.
Nothing is worth waking up.
Nothing is worth anything.

My biggest fear is becoming you. Again.
Because I know the strength it takes
to pull yourself out of your own head.
And I know how easy it is to fall into it.
All I asked of you was one thing.


"Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is stupid and ignorant, but I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it than down here with you." -Susanna (Girl, Interrupted)

Good Intentions

I guess maybe it's better to be doing something about your situation,
Even if it's for all the wrong reasons, than to just give up.
God knows she has good intentions...

And if you could have tried to trust the hand that fed, You would have never been hungry but you'd never really be.

Yup, I'm selfish.
If you can settle for this, then fine I won't stop you.
But know that this is something I will never stand for.
The least you could have done was stand up for me.

Excuses.

Couldn't take another day of people making excuses.
Everything caught up with me at once.
All I need is space.
Time.

Homeless.

Just one of those days where everything gets to me.
Can't wake up enough.
Can't find a good song.
Can't find a friend.
Can't get far enough away.

Stale.

Well I'm sorry.
That I don't want to waste my time.
And can't sit and watch you waste yours.
Drive a little faster.
Say what you want to say.
Get out of here fast,
You're stale.

And if it's a water landing, then it's a water landing.

Plans change sometimes.
We have what we have.
Work on getting out of bed
because your legs won't work,
or because your heart is broken.
I used to walk with guilt.
And that is no way to live.

And the World Spins Madly On

Because I change like the seasons.
I wish I could keep my summer mentality
Even as I grow empty, frigid, and dark.
I keep thinking that getting out of here will make things better.
But I'm still the same reguardless of location.
It's just a matter of being happy
And why I can't seem to be these days...

It's gotten to me.

It's gotten to me.
It seems like I change personalities from season to season.
Summer and Fall will always be my personality.
The school year is so long that it makes things seem permanent to me.
And I've learned all too quickly how untrue that is.
I am meant to change with the seasons, not to be trapped in a routine.
Trapped.