Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.
Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
~~dylan~~~
I'm just tired beyond belief. And the rain so on, man. I'm not even interestingly sad, blue, or anguished. Man I got no drama, no nothing, just weariness. I'm a cold soul right now, just perking along. I feel so incredibly average, and so much like I'm "passing" in the pejorative sense of the world. But if I gave up trying to pass, gave up trying to do the daily do, and just was, just let it be, where would I fit it in? I have a horrible sneaking feeling that I really belong to no family, to no tribe, to no one. I'm scared.
This is trash.
"I'd give you everything I got for a little peace of mind"
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.
Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
~~dylan~~~
I'm just tired beyond belief. And the rain so on, man. I'm not even interestingly sad, blue, or anguished. Man I got no drama, no nothing, just weariness. I'm a cold soul right now, just perking along. I feel so incredibly average, and so much like I'm "passing" in the pejorative sense of the world. But if I gave up trying to pass, gave up trying to do the daily do, and just was, just let it be, where would I fit it in? I have a horrible sneaking feeling that I really belong to no family, to no tribe, to no one. I'm scared.
This is trash.
"I'd give you everything I got for a little peace of mind"
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