To everyone and no one. all at once.

Seems like I'm going no where, real fast
Seems like nothing is going down... its all no where
Whats the point when there is no point
Existentialism gives to much of an explantion
Seems like nothing that could be said could help
Seems like the look in my eyes means nothing
Or everything.
Or nothing.
Who knows? Does it matter?
Drama, drama, drama.
Why get involved? How is that your shit to deal with?
Or are you gathering it around you, to show you've got the biggest pile
Are you proud to always have a problem
Or do you even realize your own flaw.
Stupid tragic heros.
Giving up is not an option.
But giving in, oh yes, giving in is.
Its the one you took, the one you take.
You forget yourself my friend; you forget me.
Whatever happened to our friendship?
Whatever happened to our letters woven with grief ridden love?
You disappeared the day they found out.
You disappeared and you smacked my face.
You left a bruise on my heart.
Stupid obsession, stupid reason
Does nothing but injure.
Stupid injure.
Whats the point? How does this serve me?
Does this serve them?
Why?
So stressed out, acceptance, acceptance.
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Where are my headphones?
When I wear them I'm invisible
Get the fuck out.
Out.
Out.
Everything else and everyone else and every and every
Random words, incomplete sentences
I'm not sure why you're still reading.
Ha. You're probably not.
What am I doing?
No idea, no idea.
I don't really care anymore.
Not one of those "I-hate-the-world" not caring
One of those, it doesn't matter any more, just because
kind of things.
Whatever.

Round Here
Counting Crows

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where? I dont know

Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I dont know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets
the land

Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, it's only in my head.
She says, Shhh I know it's only in my head.
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building
and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

Ahw, I can't see nothin',
nothin', Round here, ohh.
Catch me if I'm fallin',
catch me if I'm fallin'
catch me cause I'm fallin' down on you.
I said I'm under the gun, Round here.
Ohh man I said I'm under the gun, Round Here.

And I can't see nothin',
nothin', Round Here...