månen

you know that thing.

when you have your music on.
and youre rockin out
the volumes perfectly good
but since no-ones home.
you turn it up much louder.
and do crazy things.
but then,
you have to turn it down
down to where it once was
and it just feels like its not worth it anymore?

yeah, that applies to other things too.

autopiloting takes you great places.
when you wake up, you ruin it.

Monday, Monday.
the one between Sunday and Tuesday,
bearer of bad news and moodswings.
Sunday anticipates the bad news.
Tuesday fixes everything damaged by moodswings.
so what's Monday good for?

ill get back to that one.

the window of freedom is closing.
the draft is coming in
and gives people the chills.
but i just want to jump through
and run for the hills.

all for one,
sounds like an unfair trade.
but for that one,
you'd forget all you paid.

less '?' more '!'

we are in our own time and our own place.
no other faces but yours and my face.
we do whatever we want and do whatever our own way.
til we cant tell day from night and night from day.
and theres no price to pay.

All the times I am distant,
and our eyes don't connect,
its because,
i want more than just our eyes to connect,

and id come over there in an instant.


Monday: My day which I think with my brain. Which comes out as crap.

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Consider investing in some balls, Christopher.