my own skin no longer feels like home.
in fact i dont feel at home anywhere anymore
and falling is so very easy when your this low.
and this is another day a another feeling just like
the others.the only place i really feel comfort.

"nod your head if the plans have change
shake it, love, they stayed the same
smile at me and I will stay
start to cry and I'll go away
just please dont leave me guessing."

she makes me smile.

phil and i rode our bikes to alki and back, for why you ask, because we have fat asses.i am going to be dead tomorrow.

i watched myself take drink after drink to forget, to remember, to feel, numb, needed, loved, drunk, and at the end of the night as i stumble stupidly around the building to fall apart into my bed, to drunk to realize that nothing has changed,but all i know is i would give anything keep this all the same. feeling old is no fun, no fun at all.

no matter how bad i feel i will always have pills and advice.
i think it's kinda strange that the best feeling i can name is waking up alone,
knowing no one is shedding tears over actions that i choose

i am afraid to leave this house cause i think if i step out the door i will just keep going. nothing to keep me here (ok ok except ralph).

i want to leave this city.
they said i shouldnt care that you have problems.
i dont care i know i should.

you should have been at the atmosphere show.
hip hop makes me want to read books.
hip hop makes me want to be a crook.

i realized that i have done it again.
this time will be diffrent. i swear.
you will see. i could be so good for you.
maybe i should let her know first.
p.s. say run and i will be right behind you.
i would follow you anywhere.

i shouldnt like her,
she dosent care.
same old same old.