i feel like i'm living a different life than i've been living for so many years. i don't know why i spent so many years doing absolutely nothing. absolutely nohting. i've spent six years sitting on my ass, settling for friends, not really letting myself break free from what i didn't get along with. i don't understand why i didn't let myself b happy. i traped myself. i trapped myself in a breeding ground for insanity, and then blamed the chemicals in my brain for making me so angry. maybe the chemicals made me more prone to being angry. maybe....
I Woke Up In A Car: Something Corporate
i'm a punk rock princess who found her garage band king. he's better than any drug, and far more addicting.
oh, i really don't know. i guess i'm just really happy that i'm not in that place anymore. i'm just really really happy that i don't have to deal with the people who make my life miserable and drag me down. well, that's not true. i do have to deal with those people who complicate me. complicate my emotions. i just choose not to deal with them as much as i used.
don't think i'm saying that i'm turning against my friends. i'm not. i have just realized that there are times when i need to surround myself with people who support me, and support whati believe in. but it's not even that. i just need to surround myself with people who don't critisize me or point at me and laugh and label me a freak -- even if that is what i am.
i've finally been accepted without question, without hesitation. and with my great relief...
mused colieCat at 10:10 AM
I woke up in New York city
from my sleep behind the wheel
caught a train to poughkeepsie
and time stood still
she wrote me a letter from san diego
to qualify her luck
these flights connect through arizona
but I think I'll stay stuck
so here I am
here I am
chorus
well, I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
so I could see the mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car
I met a girl who kept tattoos
for homes that she had loved
if I were her I'd paint my body
'til all my skin was gone
she wrote me a letter
as we passed through rockford
she said she wont forget
maybe I do maybe I dont
but I know I havent yet
so here I am
so here I am
chorus
and maybe I could live forever
if not ever I had known
that you'd be waiting there whenever
I am all alone
but here I am
chorus
mused colieCat at 12:16 AM
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