without music would be like shiverring and standing naked in snow and not knowing what the word “cold” is, progress, markers and expression.
love is something not to be distracted by.
dont fall off your path cause one day theyre gonna leave
but your feet will stick to the ground
waking up after dreaming that i went back to my old job of about a year ago that i got fired from, started working without telling anyone and then my boss says he wants me to work for him again so i laugh at him and walk off to my new job but first the barmaid i worked with turns round and tells my i have vertical scratches all down my body and i ought to go to the doctors cause its just appearing on my as im talking as if by magic
dreaming that im telling you about everything in my brain then waking up to find you asleep, you wouldnt be asleep if we were in a dream i dont think.. or would you?
dreaming that paints dripping down my walls
dreaming that youre saying sorry and your brain is purging everything behind the bars
dreaming that youll do it again, and when you lose i will too
but now we’re waking and youre awake and im vertically striped in my eyes black and blue tears droplets rippling my eyeballs
i had this idea for a photo and an idea for a song and ive forgotten them all
Look into starting a business/opening a shop
Practice two types of dance religiously.
Read up on both types of dance.
Look into circus training.
Look at make up and music production courses.
Move out with Beth.
Find a part time/full time day job that fits in with current job.
Go on holiday/visit my friend.
Organize something special. :D
Do a marathon.
Do a charity event.
Go running with my dog every-morning.
Get dad to do something romantic for my mum.
Take grandparents to Ireland.
Make it such a good productive gap year that its not a gap year and I don’t have to give up and go to Uni.
just when you think you’ve changed someone reminds you you’re still you,
i wonder how many different types of lonely there are like lonely old chatty men, lonely young reserved people, lonely women, lonely men, lonely children and animals, peas on a fork when youve eaten all their family..
id like to look inside
though youre wonderfully preserved
for someone whos mother is so reserved
for someone whos father left and lied
for someone whos little brother is still so blind
for someone with the world on their back,
in a homemade tyedye havasack
So i wouldnt risk you for all the words
all the worlds ive seen, written and heard
ive forgotten myself in your sound
scars from the internal scratches of trying to get OUT
me from the future, the present and the passed OUT
lonelier to be alone or lonelier to lean with only means to an end…
put your faith in the fucked
cold late numb fuck it, youre lonelier in your watering hole where you beg noone to go than you ever were on your rainy day alone, afflicted by the irony and no longer occupied by life, just finite resources un occupied by oxyen blardy blarh sleep sleep
find me in the bottom of my eyes, on the rooftop of wonderland,
ive lost the world on my way - they’re saying im intense, but i dont care,
i’m looking through a different lense
let me express this, your gonna watch me flicker and youll learn to love this