let me sleep on it

i've got a secret.

just hush hush you know?
just between you and i.

it's those goddamn social bedwetters.

i know you think i'm mad. and i just might be.

cause revolutions need victims and i only need a few more.


i never understood that. everything i thought i knew and everything that was true was this way and that. some of my best moments were awhile ago. i am waiting for more but i have found no replacements for the life i once lived.

my musicman, the writer, the poet. my genius.

so i love the fucked up, eccentric soul.


there is more out there, somewhere. nothing is too unique.
there are similarities everywhere.
there is that weird moment of
'i remember this'.

but do i really remember it? it's all distorted.
perhaps all delusions of grandeur.

with you back up against that wall.

why are you always up against everything?

do we not give in, give up?

staring like you just don't care.

but see, i know that you all cared a little too much.

was it ever even enough for this sick girl?