this was somewhere once before. can you tell? can you feel? can you cry?

oh yeah, you can hear some kind of fucking endless. right? like touching some ivory, like touching some knotted up insides. And this is like the wreck you saw earlier. yeah, pinned. i was fucking pinned between here and there and where i really want to be. trucks and cars are fighting out on the road. we can be the casualties. cause it's so casual to be alone. but you are the car that can keep me here. and you my cylinder are the reason i write. inspiration is like the light in here, so damn particular. looking for an excuse to go out. if i ever took the long way i'm sorry. i wanted to be wherever so much faster. being sand on the beach is easy when you're no one. i can move and not be noticed. shift to the next one. surfaces. oh yeah, i just took a look, and this looks so bad. like. p-r-e-t-e-n-t-e-n-t-i-o-u-s. i said i loved them because i believed in my heart i could change them. And you asked. "change them to what"? and i just thought to myself. "sad like i am". if i changed them they would be sad, and fucked up like i am. so i laugh my fucking head off at the mere thought that i could ever have an impact. but i will keep writing. i'll keep moving. i'll keep trying to get to where someone is. like some cut out. i keep hearing some song. i can't wait till other people hear this. then we can talk all about it. let me tell you one thing. we are going to be something. everyone that thinks we are nothing will be proved wrong. We know what is before us. we decided tonight. dude, i can't fucking wait to look back on this time as our development. we are going to change everything. we are going to be the next big everything. we will be the cover. pin-ups. i said it. pin-ups.