I Loved You So Much More Before You Were a MySpace Whore

i used to tell myself i'm not doing anything good for the world and i'll sit around all day, and probably drinking out the nights. but I've partially got my head out my ass and have realized the almighty music may be my driving force. maybe it can be just a couple of dudes fucking around, riding up the fret board and rocking out for the half-alive punk scene. but fame is the antagonist and i'm scared i'll turn to the dark side. maybe the lights of the city are too heavy for me, though i carried karats for everyone to see. the future gets thrust upon you at your highschool years and every kid needs to worry about if they'll be useful in this economy or be a hopeless junkie at 25, but the future isn't even fucking here yet. maybe once i get a job and a slightly stable income, i'll afford that guitar i don't know the name of and try to make sense of the buzzing that emits from it. until then, leave me to plug in my headphones and play blaring, heavy melodies with dark lyrics while i stay up till 4am writing songs i'll hate in 2 days.

xoxoblog (the worlds most fucked brain in a paper-thin skull)