I wouldn't poke that lip out if I were you,
Someone's liable to bite it.
Better moods are all the rage anyway.
Go kiss a fuck-up,
See who's smiling at the end.


I might just share my crayons with you.

Bedhead.

I've missed this,
Been trying to write in a real journal.
Didn't like it, too much honesty in my hand.
Abstract Concept : Pen and Paper.
Back for good baby.

Funny how the more things change,
The more they stay the same.
People change,
But at the end of the day they're still the same
As they were when they woke up this morning.
Why?
Because the way things are,
Because you were bound to be you no matter how hard you fight.

someoneknowsiamrealandineverwanttoloseit.

Too giddy to speak coherently,
Who needs downers when you're on natural uppers?
Let him look right through me,
I almost like it.
He knows.
I know.
Only time will tell.

I'm like a spinning top that shows no sign of stopping
"Out-of-controll" is the new "in control"
Since when did life become a balancing act?
What happened to all the days where relaxed and carefree were the themes?
Now it's weekly bitch fits and term papers.
What we need is an escape,
A grande caper from back in the day.

You make my head ok enough to keep standing.

Bedhead.