This is just a little note taped inside of my
medicine cabinet. Some reaffirmation, attempted
reincarnation of who I once was--and it's not
regression if I used to be a better person and
I just want to be him again. This is just a little
quote from some dead author living on my shelf.
Some cheesy old cliches that I repeat every day
inside my head--and with notebooks full of reminders
tucked all under my arms I could get through the
day if I could just get out of bed. I'll tell
myself a thousand things, a few of which I may even
believe--and I'll tape up notes that someone
else wrote and construct meanings to my dreams
and hope I can convince myself I know what
anything means by tomorrow.
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This is just a little note taped inside of my
medicine cabinet. Some reaffirmation, attempted
reincarnation of who I once was--and it's not
regression if I used to be a better person and
I just want to be him again. This is just a little
quote from some dead author living on my shelf.
Some cheesy old cliches that I repeat every day
inside my head--and with notebooks full of reminders
tucked all under my arms I could get through the
day if I could just get out of bed. I'll tell
myself a thousand things, a few of which I may even
believe--and I'll tape up notes that someone
else wrote and construct meanings to my dreams
and hope I can convince myself I know what
anything means by tomorrow.
medicine cabinet. Some reaffirmation, attempted
reincarnation of who I once was--and it's not
regression if I used to be a better person and
I just want to be him again. This is just a little
quote from some dead author living on my shelf.
Some cheesy old cliches that I repeat every day
inside my head--and with notebooks full of reminders
tucked all under my arms I could get through the
day if I could just get out of bed. I'll tell
myself a thousand things, a few of which I may even
believe--and I'll tape up notes that someone
else wrote and construct meanings to my dreams
and hope I can convince myself I know what
anything means by tomorrow.