This is me taking control... from Sloan, from the Fraternity, from Janice, from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack-of-shit best friends. This me taking back control... of my life.
I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want. I can't tell what I really want and what I've been tricked into wanting.
I look outside, and see a whole world better off,
Without me in it trying to transform it.
Sitting in traffic, my heart would beat at regular speed. I'm not alone. Trapped there, I could just be a normal person headed home to a wife, kids, a house. I could pretend that my life was more than just waiting for the next disaster. That I knew how to function. The way other kids would "play house," I could play commuter.
When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me.
I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real