Somedays i'm wasting away, others I'm feeling great
even with a lot on my plate I can satiate
my need
my want
a desire for attention and camaraderie or is it companionship
I'm afloat,
on a ship,
one that we all call loneliness
I'm gonna sink,
I can't swim,
this whole trip's just been hit or miss
and I don't know what I even want anymore
i've convinced myself of something
i don't know if i can afford
and
If i write more checks my ass can't cash
maybe i can finally be bold, or brash
relax,
they say just let it all happen
I don't know what i want or what's going to work out
but maybe in the future i can workout
and get my personality jerked out,
finally not an asshole,
right i wish, like fuck no
i'm never gonna be done but maybe i can finally get a fucking
start on my life and do something for once
instead of wasting time and just sitting on my ass falling apart seam by seam like stacks of paper, reams and reams, i'll see you all in my dreams it seems like i'm done i'm finished, i've won, it's over, i'm gone, goodbye friends, lovers, enemies, goodbye.