I've got an urge to be thankful for life. it's all the rage this time of year yet it seems as though i have an expiration date looming trying to sell myself off before i go bad. take me off the shelf & put me in your pocketbook romance. let's take off & forget the smell of this town. runaways with too much insecurities & way too naive about life itself. i've got an addiction to needing a companion on every great adventure. block me and turn me off, it's just adds to the ispiration to make myself better. you can't forget my words as easily as i could yours. everything that means something to me is made up in my head and you're just a part in this game i play to occupy myself while i don't sleep at night.

i'm looking down & looking out for disaster. a onetime bankrupcy in the hearts of millions i assume? as addictive as a drugs, i'd snort this feeling up my nose so it'd go straight to my brain feeling the rush of living in the moment & dying in your veins just to turn off the feeling of helplessness i have about myself. maybe someday everything won't seem as pointless as it does on tv. i'm seeing the light at the end of it & i think its time to have someone to get me through this.