I'm in the right place at the right time. I just don't know what to do with all these lines- fucked up on Saturdays, then sorting myself out. Thus is life. Spending every morning waiting for the sun to rise, but lack the motivation to get on with my life. Lack the motivation to even try.
I'm tripping every step I take and wishing I could get myself out of this mess- get a job and get a plan, and get a grip on myself, whatever that means.
Track Name: Jonathan Caruthers
Cards out, I know that you weren't great- fucked up from things that went wrong that you thought would never change. And I know that that drive was fucking rough. In the backseat, wishing you were home.
What could I say? Some stupid shit to try and make it okay?
It's the lack of foresight that fucked us up; The lack of perspective.
And everything we did amounts to nothing. And we still end up alone in anyway. And you're bound to miss the old days. But i'm not a rock, or a mountain- i'm as tough as the clouds surrounding me. Just don't ask me what to do.