punkpixie
11/07/05, 02:31 PM
Coffee beans and nicotine, makeshift painkillers for the scene. You wake to find you are still the deer in the headlights you’ve always been. Spend your time looking at photographs in which you linger in the back. Yeah you look like you’re having fun but I remember you thinking ‘this is so fucking stupid’. So why can’t you just get on with everyone and just have fun? The thought of what they’re up to is killing you, and there is not a remedy for a heavy heart. Music is your drug of choice but it’s not too useful when you lose your voice. Acting out in slow-motion isn’t a patch on acting up. Bottles and grins from late night sins and the pile you threw up the day before. Headaches from something that you don’t know the name of, weakness from something they can’t diagnose. You’ve got yourself spending hours uptight just to pass the time. Stasis substitutes for rhythm and action. Movement like flame and doubt comes like water. Put it out. Put it out. Put it out. This is not the time for passing out.
When you find yourself thinking about what a waste of time you are is when you find yourself. Out.
Over and Out.
When you find yourself thinking about what a waste of time you are is when you find yourself. Out.
Over and Out.