life for rent

Somewhere in between picking colors I think I got lost..

I fall off everyone radars for weeks at time, cuz I don’t want to talk about it..the high strung insanity..

I jump at every loud noise..like a skittish stray cat some days i just wish I could vanish..

Because I have no words for some of the moments..they are more painful then I could convey lonely and dreaming of the west coast..

maybe its all the snow..

Cause in here, I’m staring at the rings my coffee cup has made on the table
And in here, I know I know I know that this is as good as it gets
and in time I hope to be the one that talks about the other men
Until then, I count the cracks on the wall
Until it’s time to lay my head

Something about the way the clocks freeze..how some moments drag out into forever. I can see my future planned out for me..path a or b..what happens next?

That line between whats right and whats wrong (for me) is so blurry I can’t even see it anymore..I think I’m still on the right side but how can I tell? between who you are and who you could be every breath seems to take all I have..and I spend my nights in self defense I don’t know why I’m here sometimes..is this really better than what I left?

I have this sudden urge to listen to rent disc 2…

How did we get here?
How the hell..pan left–close on the steeple of the church. How did I get here, how the hell?

or better yet….

Mimi:
It’s true you sold your guitar and bought a car?
Roger:
It’s true – I’m leaving now for Santa Fe It’s true you’re with this yuppie scum?
Benny:
You said you’d never speak to him again
Mimi:
Not now
Maureen:
Who said you that you have any say in who she says things to at all?

*Angel*