the best track ever
Dear Martha and texas and drugs of the sort I promise you mean nothing, I just wish I knew how I won…
Now that the train tracks are empty, and my connection is wherever I want,
I can’t seem to go, I can’t seem to get out of bed.
Every day I find myself gaining something, but nothing that sets me apart. Just more thoughts of death and why we’re all here. I focus and focus and then I smoke pot. I just want, to hit a stride, and I don’t want to wonder why this shit is falling through, I just want to end up, I’m so scared.
I think I found a place to co-exist with who I found to be what I want, and what I need. Then I left to this country and found out that I want it back….The rooms full of people who Im glad to see, why did I leave, I want to find a way home…
back to myself that was nieve and free, I only saw bethlehem, and now I see me..
It’s a mess in hear, It’s a mess in hear. If all I find, is that I love home, Ill be back, and Ill love you all more.
How can I know Ill make them proud, how will I add to what they have done?
I just can’t help but feel that Im in need of something to show me that im doing something on track. Speaking German can only show me so much, Im falling asleep and wondering what…
We’re doing here, why the fuck are we here?
What is the purpose of making them proud, if the suns coming up and we still haven’t found an answer? I guess I don’t see the point, in helping myself when no one is happy and no one is telling the truth.
What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
I know it’s ok to be happy, I just wish that I knew what for.
It’s just exauhsting, never being content.
If I could only find myself, making something of myself I’d stop and breath the air!
Just because a bag floats in the wind, doesn’t mean I’ll make you proud.
All it means is I’m still holding on.
How long can I keep this up? I hope it’s longer than I see, the beauty in rolling over my dog makes it look like something I could try. But this thigh it reminds me, that I knew Im dying.
How can I say no, to what I knew I loved.
How can I hold on? How long will you stay with me?
I can’t ask you for this, I cant ask you for this I need to get up, I need realize that Im who what wakes up and Im never falling asleep!
We just say the right things, so the people we don’t know are sure to never know us back.
I wish I knew what to do, when it comes to where I am. I know just where I’m going, but how do I fix who I am?
Is it wrong to assume, what I don’t have is better?
Is it ok to know that Im not quite there?
Every night I fall asleep, I die in dreamless sleep. Maybe I wake up because there’s still so much to do…
Or maybe Im stuck, stuck in a circle of shit I don’t need.
My shoulders are starting to feel the weight,
of what they told me was coming.
I hope I win, I hope I win, I hope I make it and I hope I show you that.
Im living in Switzerland right now and Im terrible at keeping up with keeping my friends up with what Im doing. All and all it’s great here and I can only expect it to always be great. Next year however Im really excited to move to Philadelphia and go to Uarts for Writing for Film and TV. Amung living in a house with new and old friends and getting back to biking around, going to shows and speaking english Im incredibly excited to play in a band again. When I get back I plan on forming some band with some people and instead of playing drums, playing bass and singing about all the things I thought of while I was alone this year. The only english I speak here goes on in my head.
Im going to more or less dedicate this blog to remember lyrics I come up with in poem form. This way next year Ill have material to draw upon and at the least talented musicians in hopes to start a band will read what Im writing and want to put music to it. Either way Im going to do this. I hope you like it and that they end up meaning something to someone.
I got thanked?! That’s awesome. I miss the LV. Learning a new language is hard, being alone is hard, swiss people are hard (haha)
I’m excited to get back, start a band and hang. Enjoy the sandwich, I’ll enjoy the country. is the four way on zip?
Dude, too much english on facebook. Once I can speak German better I’ll be back on the internet. I really want to start a band when I get back. One that’s good and awesome. How’s college?
Guys, don’t do it with her unless there is a minimum of ten books in her room. Repopulating dummies is really inconsiderate.
Girls, don’t shave your legs. Guys don’t have to……
one year today. :)
Glad someones kissin on the lips.
Miss you Adam
This is the best. Made my fucking day.