I smell the damp
I smell the damp, the cold in greasy gears, the bare minerals that make up metal and oil and air.
It is my favorite part in the song, and all I want to do is shut it off and cry. And in the meantime last night I nailed my sustained notes and made it home in time to lose all strength and mobility. I found out that I have to go and order the stuff from HT again - something wrong with the registration form thing. I have gotten 6 hours sleep in the last…4 days? So I don’t need surgery, and that’s a really good thing.
I mean, what girl wants to go out with a guy that makes less than her or who has been less educated than her? As for the apparent hot buttons that he knows I have but wont mention, I honestly have no idea what they would be.
Muffin Man says: fine its ok if you dont wanna talk to me il sleep now knowing that your mad and il have nightmares and i might die i want you to know if i die today its you who caused it!
They’re like whoring themselves right now, and thats a perfectly fine thing with me. The nagging is just never going to be over because once my scores come in three weeks later and my parents expect to see how i did, they’re going to be eternally angry. I stop myself… because I think of you, and I think of how they arent like you… and I immediately dismiss them. Won’t you let me down?