In the past three years
I have lived and relived
My greatest pleasures
And my greatest fears
I wake up every morning bored and lonely
It’s boredom mostly
The monster under the bed.
If I don’t see it, can it see me?
Indubitably.
Compulsive eater with a compulsive lack of passion.
Rounder in my face and middle is going out of fashion
The commitment to a bachelor’s degree
Is taking more than they think out of me.
On a tightrope with more debt and less stability.
More freedom plus less curfew
Just keeps on adding up to
Plenty-more-where-that-came-from *****
And the In-debt-till-I’m-forty, blues
I still have my house key in my right coat pocket
Where it won’t get lost
Where I’ll always find it.
This town is getting smaller and more rotten
Everybody remembers me for the times that I’ve forgotten
I tell myself all the time
That it’s just the warning sign
And I’ll learn
And I’ll be fine
In the first few weeks, just like every other time
Life has become a delayed train ride
Someday I believe that I’ll get where I’m going
Without anyone watching
Without anyone knowing
But It’s going to take a long silent wait
Accepting all of my moral exceptions
That have come to be my mistakes
I can’t clean them up but I’ll wash them away
Stop living in the middle.
Making up my mind.
Instead fighting sleep
Worried that I’ll be a sheep.
But I’ll count them anyway.
I’ll keep counting them anyway.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
In the past three years
I have lived and relived
My greatest pleasures
And my greatest fears
I wake up every morning bored and lonely
It’s boredom mostly
The monster under the bed.
If I don’t see it, can it see me?
Indubitably.
Compulsive eater with a compulsive lack of passion.
Rounder in my face and middle is going out of fashion
The commitment to a bachelor’s degree
Is taking more than they think out of me.
On a tightrope with more debt and less stability.
More freedom plus less curfew
Just keeps on adding up to
Plenty-more-where-that-came-from *****
And the In-debt-till-I’m-forty, blues
I still have my house key in my right coat pocket
Where it won’t get lost
Where I’ll always find it.
This town is getting smaller and more rotten
Everybody remembers me for the times that I’ve forgotten
I tell myself all the time
That it’s just the warning sign
And I’ll learn
And I’ll be fine
In the first few weeks, just like every other time
Life has become a delayed train ride
Someday I believe that I’ll get where I’m going
Without anyone watching
Without anyone knowing
But It’s going to take a long silent wait
Accepting all of my moral exceptions
That have come to be my mistakes
I can’t clean them up but I’ll wash them away
Stop living in the middle.
Making up my mind.
Instead fighting sleep
Worried that I’ll be a sheep.
But I’ll count them anyway.
I’ll keep counting them anyway.
