she had curves in all the right places, and all the left places, also, and in places forgotten by time, and in places known only by dwarven scholars
Your kid looks exactly like you. It’s scary. I wanted to meet him but didn’t have time. You don’t want to be in his life but he looks like you so I’m sending the mother some gifts soon.
Your new track sucks and you try too hard to be famous, but you talk to everyone like you don’t want to.
You’re an asshole sometimes. You make me want to run away and scream right now. I love you so much it hurts and right now it feels more like hurt than love. You’re such an asshole.
You use people and you don’t even know it. Or maybe you do. I’m not smart enough to tell the difference.
I’m way dumber than you think I am but the difference is I try to become less dumb and you just don’t
I am trying to do this productive modern life thing and hold down a decent job and support myself and my beloved and have a decent place and somewhere to make music in peace and shows for people who appreciate my work and save up to buy a car to move to California in and make more money so I can pay to go to producer school in Los Angeles and become the best artist I can be and hopefully land a behind the scenes job as a composer someday
But at the same time I have the deep unrelenting urge to abandon it all and just live in a van and festival hop and live all over the country and the world and avoid all the parts of society I don’t like which is 90% of them
And I can’t decide what I want more; to get mine in society’s game and make myself and him comfortable against their odds
Or to go where I know I belong and feel most alive and can leave problems behind with a full tank of gas
swear to god if you whine to me about “too dependent on technology” i will sneak into your house and take all your lightbulbs