i wake from my dreams
check the mail
go online
except i never really go online
i never try to calculate the times
5, 10, 20 whatever
i've got things to do
recording's a mess
trying to get the songs down pat
but they keep asking to be changed
in case people take them the wrong way
and i can't have that
i'm so at peace with the fact that they will go semi prime time
in a week or so
i'm so peaceful
reading les fleurs du mal
progress is a thing of the past
now it's all predictable
i can tell you exactly what i'm doing in 2 weeks
i wrote a book of non fiction
though some would argue i made it all up
so now i'm writing fiction
it's SO the place to be
i can pretend that i'm dreaming all the time
and my dreams make it to paper
how fucked up will i make them?
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