Here and then

Something is wrong with me.

Who's hands do I know?

And what is the difference?

I've been dancing like Jacob,

toward the dawn, for as long as I have known.

I'm looking for that angel with a bullet in mind.

Left a mark upon me,

that I can never change.

I can't keep this up,

something is wrong with me.

I'm most sorry about this.

Made from the mold,

take up my clay,

and me made them like you made me.

I've been dancing like Jacob,

toward the dawn, for as long as I have known.

I'm looking for that angel with a bullet in mind.

No tears

Well I finally started on one my essays.
Now I just need to get it to five pages.
Damn it all.

Your skin is aging.

I should be writing.
I really should be.
I only have so much time to complete a series of essays.
I need to be writing to be taking this serious.
Somehow I can't ever start until it is down to the wire.
I really should be writing.

See yourself in the mirror.

Yeah,
another day at Peet's.
Closing in a painful process.
Mostly it just plain sucks.
Seriously.
But there is hope for the future;
one day I won't work there.
One day I will have a better job, and make more money.
There.
I said it.