one of these days very soon I’m going to be able to just go
to shows all the time and write about them and just do what
I want and IT IS GOING TO BE AWESOME.
Rad.
Totally cool.
Fucking Dope.
I can taste it.
Oh My God, so SOON.
Ugh right now though,
within the pressure of this breath
overestimation motivation
the weight is adding stress
recollect
I’m pulling the covers over my head
I have to hold back
& finish what I start
mold these pieces steady
otherwise I’ll crack
________________________________
Fugazi just happened to be playing as I was writing, and so I looked up the lyrics and found them rather Ironic— Only I’m not in the “Waiting Room”, I need to be— I just need to remember to be patient and enjoy things so I don’t forget how to BE HAPPY always in the place that I am ________*) I don’t want to do things 1/2assed and wait for tomorrow to feel more manageable, I can take my time I forgot that it’s me who chooses the pace of breath…..
_______________________________________________
I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is water down a drain
Everybody’s moving
Everybody’s moving
Everything is moving,
Moving, moving, moving
Please don’t leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don’t want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don’t want the news
(I won’t live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody’s always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
(Ahhh… Come on and get up)
(Come on and get up)
But I won’t sit idly by
(Ahhh…)
I’m planning a big surprise
I’m gonna fight
For what I want to be
And I won’t make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Inside the waiting room
I don’t want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don’t want the news
(I won’t live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody’s always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
(Ahhh… Come on and get up)
Up from the waiting room
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
to shows all the time and write about them and just do what
I want and IT IS GOING TO BE AWESOME.
Rad.
Totally cool.
Fucking Dope.
I can taste it.
Oh My God, so SOON.
Ugh right now though,
within the pressure of this breath
overestimation motivation
the weight is adding stress
recollect
I’m pulling the covers over my head
I have to hold back
& finish what I start
mold these pieces steady
otherwise I’ll crack
________________________________
Fugazi just happened to be playing as I was writing, and so I looked up the lyrics and found them rather Ironic— Only I’m not in the “Waiting Room”, I need to be— I just need to remember to be patient and enjoy things so I don’t forget how to BE HAPPY always in the place that I am ________*) I don’t want to do things 1/2assed and wait for tomorrow to feel more manageable, I can take my time I forgot that it’s me who chooses the pace of breath…..
_______________________________________________
I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is water down a drain
Everybody’s moving
Everybody’s moving
Everything is moving,
Moving, moving, moving
Please don’t leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don’t want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don’t want the news
(I won’t live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody’s always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
(Ahhh… Come on and get up)
(Come on and get up)
But I won’t sit idly by
(Ahhh…)
I’m planning a big surprise
I’m gonna fight
For what I want to be
And I won’t make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Inside the waiting room
I don’t want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don’t want the news
(I won’t live by it)
Sitting outside of town
Everybody’s always down
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
(Ahhh… Come on and get up)
Up from the waiting room
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh…)
(Tell me why)
Because they can’t get up
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