337. Thoughts of Lithium music on my mom’s birthday
06-09-2015
By Jonathan
Hey, what’s up?
Just writing so you know I’m still alive
Nothing much has changed
I’m not sure it ever will
Sitting here in my Red Sox chair
Listening to XM Radio
“They were all in love with dying”
“Am I lonely? Heaven’s no”
“What do you do when all your enemies are friends”
It’s June 9th, and she’s not around
Playing slots and dollar blackjack
There’s no chocolate cake
I’m feeling fine
“Fuck you I wont do what you tell me”
“I don’t mind stealing bread”
“I can see I can see I’m going blind”
The weather is starting to heat up outside
Inside my chamber, I feel cold
It feels a bit humid out there
I wonder if she is
“Help me believe in anything”
“So she fills up her sails with my wasted breath”
“Sometimes I feel like, my only friend is the city I live in”
You’re never around any more
You don’t have the time
You don’t have the money
You just don’t want to have fun
“Would you even care”
“Memories back when she was bold and strong”
“I’m so horny, that’s ok, my will is good”
I miss her, it’s starting to hurt again
Only time will tell if her words were just romanticized
To hear her voice, her laugh
To hold her, touch her, taste her kiss again
Am I just a convenient friend?
I don’t know what’s in her head
“It wasn’t my writing, I better go now”
“Cause it was happy and, I was sad”
“I fake it so real I’m beyond fake”
I got to go to this place today
They pay me for doing, what I don’t know
Everything I do they can do without me
It’s like they allow me to wear a paper crown
Every once in a while they’ll throw me a bone
They’ll even invite me to their dance, if they think of it
“I don’t want to play your stupid games”
“Dead skin’s on trial”
“But fuck ‘m, they don’t know the half of it”
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