No more smokes, no more beer for a while until I can drink without smokes and no more going out until I can learn to stop driving with a beer in my hand. I know it sounds like I’m being smart about it, but lately I’m wondering if I should really be worried about this now. I mean I’m all for saving money and working harder and living longer but in a few years I’m not gonna have the choice. Isn’t this when I’m supposed to have my fun? I am nineteen years old and I have never went over the handlebars on a dirtbike, never vandalized mailboxes, never drag raced, haven’t picked up a guitar in years, gave up snowboarding to go to work and all I’ve got to show for it is bad credit and a fancy toolbox. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a kickass toolbox. But I’ve yet to find fufillment inside those e-z glide drawers. I guess all I can do is hope that I can catch up to life when it passes me by.
"We’re all born into this river without knowing how to swim
And eventually we learn how to keep the water under our chins
Sometimes this river is so cold to be in
Freezing my soul, solidifying my skin
Regardless of how far I see, I never see my travels end
We’re carried by the current being driven by the wind
The scenery we pass, we’ll never see again
So we store it up as memories and don’t let go of them
We’re under a spell thinking the river should go straight
We set our goals and desires to control our own fate
But all the pain we experience is a result of our expectations
Because it’s the river’s nature to twist and turn
The shit can burn, and I know it."
— Eyedea
I don’t wanna find any peace, when I can build my own.
Dreamt I was being eaten alive by the roots of a tree. Woke up terrified of my blankets. Today’s not looking good.
I am done with everyone that hasn’t matured enough to stop calling everybody else immature.
"Through all those complex years, I thought I was alone
I didn’t care to look around, and make this world my own
And when she died, I should’ve cried, and spared myself some pain
You left me, incomplete, all alone as the memories still remain"
— Cemetery Gates
