"I am curious if either of us will survive separation."
Independence. Freedom. Liberation.
I tried living on my own once; it was the worst mistake of my life at the time. I was not ready. I was young, inexperienced, and I had chosen to grab life by the balls and ended up busting my own instead.
Like I had been hit by a freight train, I stumbled away from the wreckage in pieces. I thought that this had been a learning experience, what I didn't think of at the time however, was how long it would take for me to heal.
I had it all. A plan. I thought I was ready. I wasn't.
A simple mistake then forever changed me. And it was something that I would carry with me for the years to come.
It's been nine years since I last tried to move out, and now, I face the music once more. This time, I am going to go full on turbo--give it all I got and hope I can avoid the wreckage once more.
The idea of doing this again almost fills me with a sense of invincibility rather than weakness, however, it still contains that bit of fear that burns in my veins, like a band-aid you are struggling to pluck out from your skin because somehow, it's not regular glue that holds it against your skin, it's more like it has become part of it, like a scar or itch you can't scratch.
So what exactly am I waiting for? Well, you can't really start anything without a wad of cash these days. Life's tough, or so they say. In any case, I must first paint a masterpiece before I can actually enjoy it's viewing.
So what do I do? I find what I can use, and I start painting. I start pulling any strings and making it work. Nothing ever comes easy--nothing worth having anyway.
The real question here, though, is whether or not I can make it this time. Can I avoid the car crash and just pass on through? Or will I come out limping once again?
They say you can't break what's already broken.
Well, I'm about to test the fuck out of this theory. And I hope hard as hell that anyone who gets in my way does not contribute to my collision.
The only person going in is me. And the only person coming out of this I expect to be me.
Once is enough.
Independence. Freedom. Liberation.
I tried living on my own once; it was the worst mistake of my life at the time. I was not ready. I was young, inexperienced, and I had chosen to grab life by the balls and ended up busting my own instead.
Like I had been hit by a freight train, I stumbled away from the wreckage in pieces. I thought that this had been a learning experience, what I didn't think of at the time however, was how long it would take for me to heal.
I had it all. A plan. I thought I was ready. I wasn't.
A simple mistake then forever changed me. And it was something that I would carry with me for the years to come.
It's been nine years since I last tried to move out, and now, I face the music once more. This time, I am going to go full on turbo--give it all I got and hope I can avoid the wreckage once more.
The idea of doing this again almost fills me with a sense of invincibility rather than weakness, however, it still contains that bit of fear that burns in my veins, like a band-aid you are struggling to pluck out from your skin because somehow, it's not regular glue that holds it against your skin, it's more like it has become part of it, like a scar or itch you can't scratch.
So what exactly am I waiting for? Well, you can't really start anything without a wad of cash these days. Life's tough, or so they say. In any case, I must first paint a masterpiece before I can actually enjoy it's viewing.
So what do I do? I find what I can use, and I start painting. I start pulling any strings and making it work. Nothing ever comes easy--nothing worth having anyway.
The real question here, though, is whether or not I can make it this time. Can I avoid the car crash and just pass on through? Or will I come out limping once again?
They say you can't break what's already broken.
Well, I'm about to test the fuck out of this theory. And I hope hard as hell that anyone who gets in my way does not contribute to my collision.
The only person going in is me. And the only person coming out of this I expect to be me.
Once is enough.
All we do is hide away
All we do is, all we do is hide away
All we do is lie and wait
All we do is feel the fade
I've been upside down
I don't wanna be the right way round
Can't find paradise on the ground
All I did was fail today
All I wanna be is whites in waves
All I did was fail today
All we do, all we do
Is hide away
All we do is, all we do is hide away
All we do is lie and wait
All we do is feel the fade
I've been upside down
I don't wanna be the right way round
Can't find paradise on the ground
All I did was fail today
All I wanna be is whites in waves
All I did was fail today
All we do, all we do
Is hide away