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trying
from the bottom of my sour soul i’m making an affort not to break
i refrain from getting mad, and it sometimes doen’t work
because the world is too outrageos; but
i keep on trying to be sane.
right now, i’m listening to some guy’s melancholic voice
drinking my beer in the wrong cup
creating for myself an atsmosphere where i’m not outshined
or at least where i’m not judged for not being
at the bottom of each bottle there’s a word of advice
which i choose not to pay attention
because there are more than one truth,
and it’s certainly not theirs.
i keep on commiting the same old crimes
those which i’m not a villain, i’m a mere passanger
or at least is what my fantasy allow me to see, such a pretty little bubble
-waitress, please one more; i don’t have a household to return to.
in my wonderings i stablish that i need to stop
my liver won’t take forever to stop, my mind soon will be no longer working
but if i were self-aware, if only i were contient and happy about myself i wouldn’t be here now, would i?
so keep on playing that sadistic tune, it’s just the right tone for me.
i can’t thing of bigger warnings in life than mind ‘black-outs’
like the one i had yesterday; does that mean that i’m losing control?
all over again, drifting through voids of silence and unrewarded loyalty
smiling and fucking whomever throws a bone
because there’s no time to decide, there’s much to live
and the life isn’t holy anymore
at least no mine, no more.
so i embrace the vile pleasures of lust. (lust for sadness)
“i’m trying my best” is what i say when i’m sober
when i’m trying to be law-abbiding citizen
when i’m trying to be what everybody want
when i’m trying no to be. so me.
-the kook
I’m being productive with my life TT
EDIT: this is like a year old now lmao, damn I used to draw like this?
Do you love me still?
Oh and your sweet and pretty face In such an ugly way Something so beautiful That everytime i look inside
The Kooks - Brisbane Riverstage 2015 @thirdeyevisualsau www.facebook.com/thirdeyevisualsaus