or down the street,you know it's all the same. on saturdays i get bored. i would rather not go out because i always wish i was home. but when i'm home,i wish i was out. 8:30 comes and i'm dying so i go for a walk. it's too cold and i'm tripping on people's frozen footprints. i'm trying to be profound to myself. i ask god if he would please make me a rock star.
'not because i want to be famous! i want people to listen to me.'
if you think too much about the way things should be,your mind wanders and you might fall in that creek.

don't answer me with
just fall in a river
my night deliver
you're already home
i guess that you think
i'm stupid or something
well that's a good thing
that's ok

the state that i am in