I'm not exactly sure who this one is about, but I got guesses. But I do know what its about (at least I think), basically.... maybe you've got a drag (rememba?) and you realize it, but maybe because they are important to you, you can't get rid of the drag, so it holds you back and it makes you feel like you can never make it without them.. or that even if you could make it, they wouldn't let you.. and its eatin' you up inside. And so that's my take.
To be honest, Jayrod this one baffles even me and I wrote the fucking thing...I just wrote it at 2 in the morining on Friday. I 'm not sure how I managed that, but I did. I know it's just drunk bitter ramblings.
Fair enough mwahaha, either way, that'd be my take on it from just readin it, whether or not that relates to sober reality or not... or hell, reality at all.
Jaded cynicism. It might be written where you were unaware of what exactly you were doing, but it came out good. Sometimes the best pieces are written when you're either piss ass drunk or when you're just not aware of reality. That is when inspiration seizes the opportunity to take hold of you and through you pour out you innermost feelings.
Yeah I guess this one is deep down in me...It hurts to read...because it's just truth. When I'm drunk I just shoot straight. No metaphors. No creativity. Just cold truth.
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