|There is no way out.
||[Feb. 12th, 2004|04:47 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Air - How Does It Make You Feel?||]|
Some days are good, some bad, some high, some low.
Today I float adrift at sea, waiting for a crashing wave to sink me.
Nothing's right. Nothing's left.
It's easier to sleep when I'm feeling down.
There's no need to stay awake anyhow.
Day in, day out, I flip through channels with little interest.
Work. Lunch. Work. Home. Sleep.
Rerun after rerun.
Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep
You're sitting down to dress
And you're a mess
You look in the mirror
You look in your eyes
Then you realize