Really don’t give it a fair chance.
I guarantee there is a song for every brand of misery out there.
And I’m not talking about the crap on the radio.
For the first time in what felt like years.
It was amazing.
I really should remember that if I just let a little time pass, everyone will undoubtedly prove that they aren’t, in fact, perfect. And then I’ll feel better. Because I know that I can admit to myself when I screw things up. And I’ll remember why pretending isn’t worth it. Isn’t necessary.
And then I’ll feel better again.
I guess I’m just one of those people who will finish the song, even when it isn’t comprehensible anymore.
And give me the children you don’t want to raise.
If its better than my love,
Baby bring it on.
I just don’t know what to do with myself.