Forget my childhood. Forget everything I thought I was about.
I want to unlearn the things I am sure of because everything is not enough and I know
between the sheets of the bed we live and die in, there is a gift and I want to accept it.
I feel like I'm counting moments until I am dead!

What is it? What could you possibly want?
Isn't it enough that you can be frustrated with it at all?
Do you really think you've been wired differently all along?
I play with the rubicks, the legos. I meditate like vacations, barbados
Everything feels like a power trip. Everything reminds me of a mistake I did.

And I don't have any more guilt.
I wanna know if I can fly with this idea built.
In my head, I'm a believer, in the real world all I care about is her.
and that's not bad.
The weird part is wanting us to have more.
All that this place has to offer me is a fucking bore. BALTIMORE.

what a privilege self-awareness is.
Wanna turn this bit of money into something I can do with.
Wanna predict things they say can't be predicted
premeditating plans and I'm medicated.
HAVE TO BE.

Don't choose to be me, it's the cards the world has just been dealing.
I can legitimately see lately how being less aware would make me way more happy.