that girl always hated me for the life she thought i lead.
maybe i was always wrong.
but i doubt it.
And i left my home what seems so long ago
but i've grown closer to my roots in this city.
No matter where i am the people never fail to disappoint and destroy.
They preach of love and peace
but if you don't fit into their pseudo-anarchistic liberal ideals then they will spit in your face.
I guess that's the way it's got to be when your decisions are based on anger.
But i'm just the same. We all believe what we do is right at the time and find it's wrong a moment later.
I guess that's life. Learn from what you do, wish for what you didn't do and just hope you land in someplace that leaves you feeling as if you've accomplished something good.
My father would drink and drive me across state lines.
My great uncle would drink and die.
My mother's brother never learned how to live for himself. But he drank in the bath tub until he woke in the water that had turned cold around his unconscious body.
I learned from them, and didn't drink until i turned 21. I guess it's downhill from here.
My stomach has already begun to fill and expand with the foam of beer.
And my momma never learned me what it was to care for others. I'll never open your doors or pump your gas. I'll never tell you what i think unless you ask.
I have become a doorstop. Or a crack in the sidewalk. I'm not going anywhere.

Why are we sad. We want everything we can't get. I don't feel so good. Neither does my friend on the couch. He's sad.