I’m sitting in this stupid car in front of what could be any vacant lot. Where did this feeling of disappointment come from? I feel like I’ve lost a game that I didn’t know I was playing, my fire is out, my passion is dead. Is this all there is going to be? I want more when there’s nothing left to give. Who else is in the same situation that I am? Everyone or no one? Disconnected from everything yet so wired in at the same time, if I look like a pig in a cage am I the pig or the cage?
Every hour disappears with the flick of a switch, days go by and all of a sudden im thirty-three years old in this little apartment with these little dreams. I didn’t always care about these things. There was a time when I held fast in my beliefs and threw caution to the wind. I don’t know how to recapture that attitude and I don’t think I’ll stumble upon it by chance anytime soon.
Side of the road, Side of the road. How many more times? I’m wasting away so sincerely that it’s impossible to keep track of my lack of development. I don’t plan to take you down with me, but the cables have all been cut and splicing operations failed, we’ll never remember what a dial tone sounds like.
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