My eyes are so bleary
I guess I'm young but i feel so weary
I've tried to express it
But I think its all a bore
Its at the heart of me,
A very part of me
Sam,
I guess it's as good a time as any. Still, I can't help but feel like there must be something more. Is it enough? Time is spent worrying and dreaming and not getting anywhere. I guess I'm a little disillusioned these days. There is a constant growing pain in my right foot and why can't my nail polish last for more than a day? Do you ever feel like you'd rather see through someone else's eyes? Feel so insecure and yet be so obsessed with yourself? Maybe logic is irrelevant here. So I ask you, what do we have left?
I want a barbeque under the warm sun and for the windows to stay down, the music to blare, and a cowboy hat for me, a big floppy one for you. Bring the red party cups. It's this, these silly ideas are all I have left.
all of my love,
Sam
