freakpirate

A cool quarter to two
In a messed up room
I'm watching you
Curl in a corner
Close to a dream that I doubt's about me

I'm sitting in bed exhausted and unable to sleep. My thoughts are racing and sadly none of them are winning. My brain is a whirlwind of pretty girls, huge mistakes, video games and Shakespeare. Needless to say I'm confused.

I've been desperately trying to learn to play "Haven't Been This Happy" by Hey Mercedes. I'm a lousy guitar player and an ever worse musician. It's not going to happen but I keep trying.

In my head I'm writing dozen of songs and hundreds of stories but they look so ugly on paper I'm giving up.

Fuck I need sleep and some measure of happiness and normality.

Why lonely light
A lifetime of bad nights
What are you talking about?
Everybody wants to see you shine
Sad eyes
What are you talking about?
Everybody wants to see that face out