My One and Lonely

I can't get my mind to shut down long enough to make moves.

I have this love/hate relationship with being forgotten. There are times that I dread human contact. But there are also times that I can't stand to sleep alone. Two parts of me that are constantly at war with each other. My mood changes before I finish whole sentences. Hence the fragments.

Birth and death are really just the bookends, and no one explains how to find happiness in between, but I'm sure it is hiding somewhere far away from currency. I want cures, not houses.
You and me babe, let's be the survivors with the last bit of their flesh underneath our fingernails. This ship is gonna look pretty at the bottom of the sea.

Pills to fall asleep. Pills to wake up. Pills to keep going throughout the day. And just when you've got yourself figured out they change the dose. There's a prescription always to make you likable... at least for a little while. Some of your friends aren't really friends, and when you try to explain it there's a pill to shut you up. There's the few friends that are golden and they shine enough to blind you to the ones that aren't. Focus on what you have instead of what you don't. Otherwise it's missing sunrises trying to forget sunsets.

Everyone I used to love had a flaw I couldn't fix. Everyone I love now sees that flaw in me. RecoveringHypocrite

Right now this is the movie you heard had a bad ending so you didn't go see it. This is the movie you don't rent on DVD due to all of the bad reviews. This is everything you've ever heard but never witnessed yourself. This is me.

I misplaced my mind when I lost my skull ring last night.