Run This Town
I don’t really know what I’m doing here anymore. You know that voice inside you that KNOWS everything will be ok no matter how choppy the waters at sea get? That voice whispers to me the directions step by step on how to disengage. Like he doesn’t believe in me at all.
I just want to flourish again. That feeling of being right and doing right, Do Right And Kill Everything. I hate this never-ending cavalcade of disappointment in comical proportions. I hate this disease that no one wants to cure. The people who say “you’re always there for me and I’ll return the favor” come up short, in the end growing frustrated and saying “I don’t know what to tell you. But right now fun people are having fun and you’re not entertaining me like they would.” They don’t realize how much damage that does. I’d go to the ends of the world for so many people, no matter what the state of our relationship was at that point.
I wanna feel normal again.
I want to smile without a single “oh, but don’t forget_______” attached to it.
I want to care and be cared for equally.
I hate the day-in and day-out of pep talks. Maybe this is just real life. The pursuit of happiness might always stay a pursuit.
“You feelin’ like you runnin’ huh? Now you know how we feel”
