citrus

are we ready for the melancholy?
i really am.

let's have some aimee mann:

it's not
what you thought
when you first began it

you got
what you want
now you can hardly stand it
though,

by now you know
it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
'til you wise up

you're sure
there's a cure
and you have finally found it

you think
one drink
will shrink you 'til you're underground
and living down

but it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
'til you wise up

prepare a list of what you need
before you sign away the deed

'cause it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
it's not going to stop
'til you wise up

no, it's not going to stop
'til you wise up
no, it's not going to stop
so just...

give up




i learn so much in a day.
tonight i'm going to rest well and let it seep in better.

and then we'll see.
we'll definitely see... in deed.



but it moves so fast
i bend inside to anticipate the pain, the displacement, the hurt i've felt already, only amplified by new surroundings and new resolutions, and new beginnings ...
i know i'll be fine - i always seem to do just what i have to, in line with the best i can...
i just don't know.

that's okay, though.