Saturday, October 10, 2009

10-10-09

play me something really fucking loud

don't remember what control feels like

always hanging out under the surface

I hate when clothes stretch out

who told you to stop eating

I have no problems with you

who are these people near me

dropping existentialism too much in conversation

I fear forgetting meanings of words

someone help me buy new boots

I want concise economy of words

while talking it's like you're vomiting

how many songs can I write

name emotions like pointing to them

somehow the wine glasses become empty

drink more when you don't think

I am tired of helping people

maybe I don't ever help people

pronounce words weird when you sing

might be squirrels in the walls

how do you get squirrels out

there's so many fucking squirrels everywhere

squirrels are cute sometimes I guess

but not inside the fucking walls

- joyce