gurov

Mine:
sit on the couch and see the world just pass me by
and try not have bitter angst --stop wondering why
it's all the same...


Not Mine:
"It only seems to happen at three or four a.m. Some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend becomes clear but i can't hold it. It happens in my dreams-- i can't remember what it was that meant so much."

Not Lyrics:
Never before have I been in such a "fuck it" state
as I seem to be in as of late.