man all this talk about soap on a rope

I say what about life on a string? Here we are just dangling....kicking and screaming and gasping for air. Life on a string. A string attached to a horse in an old western movie...a string dragging us across the desert...here I am painting a town red and calling it HELL. Where is passion? Where is fire? Where the hell are the little things that get overlooked in a common day by the common man? Where's at? What? Whadduyah wanna do? Whadduyah wanna do?

I saw a movie last night. But that isn't the point. The point is this crazy girl wanted to walk home from Carmike to Campus. It was 11:15 PM and 33 degrees outside and she wants to walk. Won't get in the jeep. Won't listen to Brandon Mader. Won't listen to me. She has no jacket. She has no belief that what she's about to do is dangerous at any time of the day. She's about to attempt to walk 5 miles without thinking about the consequences. Mader finally got her in the jeep. I on the other hand am quite uncomfortable in the situation. And I wished to be out of it. We got back and Mader and I went to Krystals. He drove. I was drinking. Hell, I don't know why. I just needed to forget the realness of that stupid situation...I think perhaps drinking to escape reality is drinking for the wrong reason. I'm taking some time off from it for a while now. I'm really wanting to focus more on my music. I wonder if it could take me anywhere. I just feel like I'm on the verge of something. I don't know what, but maybe something new to me. Maybe something old and boring to others. Suddenly I have a new found appreciation for the rustic. For the old...what has stood for so long. I'm going home today. I'm gonna take some pictures of some places. A lot of people want to forget these places because of the connotations they have with the past. These people are the ignorant and refuse to see the beauty in realizing mistakes. "Why do you want to bring that up?" That's the question I always get when I try to bring it up. I have found that too many don't want to talk about it. No one wants to deal.

Really, I don't want to talk about it either.

Where am I going? Where have I been. I am always finding a new place in an old place, and always old places in new places. How ridiculously odd to make that statement. If you're really smart maybe you'll pick up on what I mean. If you're not, then it will be lost on you.

Who's incharge here anyway? I'm certainly not. I have no control whatsoever. What am I doing about that? Nothing. I just let go of the wheel. I have no power to change anything. I think we all know that no one on this earth has the power to do truly control their lives.

There's this girl that I know who lives up the road. She's got all these feelings inside that just want to explode. And there's another down the street that I'd kind of like to meet. She's got spirit and heart and is a little odd but sweet. I'm fortunate to say that things have worked out nicely but not as nicely as I anticipated or hoped for. What do I really have to complain about? Nothing. What do you have to complain about? I want to hear. It's Wednesday morning and I'm trying to find a way. It's Wednesday morning and I'm coming home today. Tomorrow is a Thursday but that doesn't change a Wednesday. Doesn't change a cat that's suposed to be Mr. Saturday Night. You won't pick up on that. That's one that will only make sense to me, and possibly one other who shall go un-named.


Right now you're down in Bahama town
And I'm at a desk with no one around
Things are going well
Things are going well
I don't need anyone around
I had too much to drink last night
And I woke up this morning
Not feeling too right
Something tells me today is wrong
I've got that girl underneath my skin
And that lovesick feeling is sinking in
Today I'm going back to my hometown
And it's said that life's a bitch then you die
I keep thinking that someday if I try
I might spread my wings and fly
Cause she's been seeing someone else
And I've been keeping to myself
And I keep thinking this time
It will all work out right
I pulled into the drive today
I was looking for a reason to stay
But I just backed up and drove away
An empty house is no reason to stick around
I live life dangling on a string
And I lose myself over every little thing
I guess getting hurt is part of growing old