basically, i'm complicated. i have a hard time taking the easy way. i wouldn't call it schizophrenic, but i'll be at least two people today (if that's okay). and i could go on and on and on . . . but who cares?

i think it's deep how you can be so shallow. and i'm afraid because i have no fear. i didn't believe in magic until i saw you disappear (i wish you were here). and i could go on and on and on . . . but who cares.

you see, everybody is somebody and nobody wants to be themselves. if i ever wanted to understand me i would have to talk to someone else (every little bit helps). and i could go on and on and on . . . but who cares.

this feels like the surreal life but it's still nice, wish i could live twice. and i still might if these wounds heal right. i see a little light even though it's still night. and i could go on and on and on . . . but who cares?