Another rough Saturday, it's the middle of the day that
Saturdays like this haven't had it so rough in days
It keeps coming up and I feel my stomach in my heart
If vomiting was my style I'd let it slip through
It's 2:53 PM my birth time I cant sit still
I'd rather be working on something creative
or lounging on the beach with you
or whoever who
But there is so much I can do here at this desk
Trapped on Twitter Facebook is a mess
Jesus Christ doesn't no longer exist
In a few days I long for a outing a trip a new date
But as evening falls into the night
The wind blows and I get out of this fright
And the doors open wide and my heart settles in
I'm no longer worried and sadness creeps in.
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I could be your pharmaceutical sales rep Bring you Valium to you doorstep Push Prozac from the onset Support you when you fall I could ...
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until you love yourself or hold us too tight if you work so hard to hold us, cage us or snip our wings do you care that this won't make ...
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I never see myself playing guitar anymore....i'm not out of the woods yet, I never see the forest for the trees.....I'm down on the...
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