the song's new, the beat's old

AHHHHHHH

The fuckin drive home killed me. It really did. As soon as I passed out of toon town I could feel myself feeling guilty. Turn back, turn back, turn back, I told myself...watching the road, not watching the road, surprising myself swerving...I have an immense guilt. Because I wish I didn't hurt them so much...and even when they don't know, I do, and I know how much I am making things harder.

Lying to yourself is easy.
When the truth is too hard to tell.

And being selfish is easy
When being selfless is too hard to do

And I wish we could all float on okay

And I wish I could float

Scars.

I wish I could just sit alone somewhere. Because driving alone made me think, and I love/hate thinking, because I do Miss Misery. Like Elliott Smith. Do you miss me? Do you miss misery?

Being home is not so bad. Being in my head is.