its different.

so one time i was talking to someone about the good life. (the band). i had blackout in the player and i was trying to find a song and i go "which is the one about being lonely in a bar"? if you have ever listened to the good life this may be funny. or not. if not fuck you. i'm just excited about lunch tomorrow. indian buffet. being hungover and over-eating and feeling like shit and useless all day, then getting wasted again that night. it is 2.59 AM. i should sleep, but i don't feel like it yet. i feel like listening to wilco and drinking wine. and staring at this screen. and just letting my mind get away from me. cause tonight i don't mind. i've got that smell on me again, but i can't worry, i'll breathe it deep instead. if my voice is missing i'll chalk it up, to youthful loss and grown up luck. cause this city has a way of finding the worst in me, it won't be the first time, but it's plain to see: i have only the worst intentions for myself but leave my belongings on the shelf. cause we've both got to get somewhere, and tonight for the first time, i don't need your help. (this will be a song someday)

p.s. (someday)