Everything I write I second guess It’s a habit in everything I do Put yourself out there Wish I never was in there An important part of me is untouchable If I’m busy I’m lousy, If I’m stagnant I’m dying
One day I’m going to live to 90 and I’ll outlive all my friends. I’ve made it a third of the way there and already outlived most of them. I know death and love are closely intertwined as they both come unannounced and leave you breathless
What a modern thing to make yourself sick Completely controllable and completely inconsolable If ignorance is bliss then I’m an angel I’ve been dreaming You were there On a chair with the sun I stopped sleeping Because I’ve been dreaming