Days, months, hours: eh. I was promised a lot of things when I was younger, but it turns out life is a little emptier than I was led to believe, the promises within being no exception.
When they told me to go to college, they forgot to tell me why. Maybe they thought I knew a little better, and maybe we should all feel a little stupid about the whole thing. But chances are no one really cares all that much.
And they say it's the journey that's the thing, too. Am I supposed to be enjoying this?
For a moment I blacked out and felt dependably rounded and whole. God, it was miserable. Can you imagine waking up and knowing just exactly what you were going to do forever? And she wonders why I can't stand her anymore.
The best part of drinking is the sober moments in between. It's like an extra dawn that day. Each dream a slice of bliss to eat later.
So call it what you want, I'm not cold man. I'm not hollow; no, I just wish I was.
Let's dream together. I know it's cliche, but let's just pretend, for a little while. We can live life on the lamb and what were looking for will never, ever find us.
