i feel like i am spinning, all around this summer, and the winter comes and another storm it falls, well it falls till it falls apart around me. and you pick me back up oh said you pickin me back up...
the drinks they taste like a sickness and i'm once again left with nothing to say. so i sit here listening intently while people sleep, while people are out to eat, while people do their own things. just waiting for daylight, so i can take a long walk back. i want to say back home, but i don't know where home is anymore.
+listening to: spinning by jason mraz
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