ALBATOIR NOISES

[ironynoose]

And I sit and think to myself that maybe you would enjoy this, and that maybe I am not enjoying it as much. It's a small cull de sac in my head were I shouldn't be alone; because it's not safe. I love my friends, but I can't help but figure that I am a third wheel, fourth, maybe not a wheel at all, but a backwards cog, who turns counterclockwise, and there are no subliminal verses; only noise. Who the fuck really cares right? I am my own compass, I choose which way is north, but wait! I am not magnetic. "He's checking the back of his hand again". I should listen to them, because they know everything I should do. Everyone has advice. After a while the two cents will add up. "They call it a wasteland". But, but, but, but your not a pillow, It's all I have. Do you ever wonder if you deserve this? Are you good enough? Don't fuck this up! Honestly, Honestly, I don't care, I will not change. If you don't understand, maybe you should ask, or maybe you should find comfort in the confusion. ambiguity is serpent, and I can breath underwater. And believe me there is nothing quite like comfort, and i wouldn't ever wake up if I could, because, lucid, situation, things happen, interpretion, I think I have it,you never dream of sitting alone Indian style with a notebook listening to Radiohead, well you don't; I'm not Tom Yorke? You can expect all you want, because I really do try to do good, but I am clumbsy, and just because you don't expect it doesn't make it wrong. Don't think you know me, Don' think you know what I can't do: I can. Don't think that I don't know you.
and I may finish last
But I will fucking Finish