We are not the kids we used to be; stop wishing for yesterday.
I am what I write, if come a day, writing doesn’t tell me who I am. I will stop… That is almost like now.
Home on a Saturday night, can’t help but feeling a little more recumbent than before, procrastination possible for all the wrong excuses, or more commonly associated with, reasons? I have too many too many … damn. I knew I should stop.
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when ever you feel like you lost some of your youth, think about me. and how you are living the 5 years ago now that i’ve lost and will never get back.
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There’s really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models, everything must run it’s course.
MGMT – Time to pretend.
May 12, 2010 at 12:19 pm