it scares me to believe or feel anything entirely, because I’m very usually proven wrong. So sometimes, when I do allow myself to believe or feel something entirely, I guess I see glimmers of familiar signs that I’m wrong and it’s like, the scariest thing that’s happened to me in a while.
it scares me to believe or feel anything entirely, because I’m very usually proven wrong. So sometimes, when I do allow myself to believe or feel something entirely, I guess I see glimmers of familiar signs that I’m wrong and it’s like, the scariest thing that’s happened to me in a while.
I’ve been sepia tone dreaming
About people I love and respect
Having violent sex
With people I don’t know
Six inches a heal
Twelve inches a skirt
Twenty four hours a day
Thoughts multiply of course
Taste like baking soda
Smell like roses
Touch like thorns
The brain is a beast
Ten, fifteen leagues deep
But I’m not going to measure
I don’t know that it would hold itself together
Not for me, at least
I’m a small man
And my body’s a lease
But I start wars like I own it
Burn my lungs
Scrape my knees
“it’s my skin,”
I keep saying
Then I write songs like these
The brain is a beast
I don’t know how deep
But I’m not going to measure
I don’t know that it would hold itself together
Thinking about junk (Why I don’t argue)
You believe certain things and you have your own ideas of right and wrong and then you see that other people have different beliefs and different meanings for the words good and bad and you get mad because how can they not see what you see and how can they be so stupid. It’s so obvious that what YOU have seen and felt has added up to the only REAL truth and if they can’t see it then they must be just bad. Because that is what you have decided it means, to be bad.
I honestly think that this entire misunderstanding is the root of almost every argument I’ve ever heard or been a part of. And I try to ignore the fact that I think that way because I think people like to argue. It’s fun to feel right in thinking something. But I don’t often feel right about things because I can’t help thinking that I am not the end all of any idea or opinion. I am always wrong and I am always right. On some level, I am ALWAYS both.
Especially right now.
