The luck I’ve had can make a good man go bad so please let me let me let me get what I want this time. For once in my life let me get what I want. Lord knows it will be the first time. Just let the seasons turn. No one knows whats up the road, just wait and see. All in time. All in time.
I keep writing myself into rust. Make it all seem so much harder. It seems weird how I can go to extremely happy to wanting to cut my throat open in the span of 24 hours. I think this is the shortest time I have ever held a job. Anyway, you, God how I want you but it is alright, I want you to be happy more than I “want” you. This is the epitome of karma. I have received exactly what I deserve. Though, today I have decided there is no such thing as “destiny.” Be happy, please, or get naked and run into my arm as fast as you can. Soon I’ll be far away. Why couldn’t you just keep those lonely hands in your pockets and fold away all your best clothes? I have just one week to make you mine or I may never see you again. Make sure all those mother fucking girls know you want me.
