I'm depressing.
Jan. 14th, 2004 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I have a fever. And I'm practically delirious. And somehow drained. And feeling like I need to be doing something creative but nothing will come. And it's 13F outside. And snowing. And we will have six inches my tomorrow. And my parents will make me walk to school.
Is it appropriate to cry?
Perhaps not. But that doesn't change the fact that I practically am.
Something is not right.
My mouth gets me into trouble,
My mouth has got a lot to do,
My mouth is always firing at the double,
My mouth has got a taste for you.
It wants a kiss like whiskey,
A breath of spring,
It wants a taste of freedom,
It wants everything.
And words, I'm standing at your door,
The boy that asks for more, I am not satisfied.
And see, the gifts you gave to me,
The apple on the tree, the rest this world inside.
My mouth takes me to the limit,
My mouth doesn't have a care,
My mouth is never silent for a minute,
My mouth takes me everywhere.
It wants blood red whiskey,
A drunken song to sing,
It wants a taste of freedom,
It wants everything.
And words, I'm standing at your door,
The boy that asks for more, I am not satisfied.
And see, the gifts you gave to me,
The apple on the tree, the rest this world inside.
I hope I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Maybe parents will let me stay home...
Man, I depress even myself... Lol, no wonder people aren't talking to me!! :D
Is it appropriate to cry?
Perhaps not. But that doesn't change the fact that I practically am.
Something is not right.
My mouth gets me into trouble,
My mouth has got a lot to do,
My mouth is always firing at the double,
My mouth has got a taste for you.
It wants a kiss like whiskey,
A breath of spring,
It wants a taste of freedom,
It wants everything.
And words, I'm standing at your door,
The boy that asks for more, I am not satisfied.
And see, the gifts you gave to me,
The apple on the tree, the rest this world inside.
My mouth takes me to the limit,
My mouth doesn't have a care,
My mouth is never silent for a minute,
My mouth takes me everywhere.
It wants blood red whiskey,
A drunken song to sing,
It wants a taste of freedom,
It wants everything.
And words, I'm standing at your door,
The boy that asks for more, I am not satisfied.
And see, the gifts you gave to me,
The apple on the tree, the rest this world inside.
I hope I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Maybe parents will let me stay home...
Man, I depress even myself... Lol, no wonder people aren't talking to me!! :D
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on 2004-01-15 04:16 am (UTC)Get well!
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on 2004-01-15 04:19 am (UTC)Am feeling a bit better. Still feverish, not so depressed. :D
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on 2004-01-15 04:36 am (UTC)feel better!
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