I keep looking at the night sky, trying to come to resolutions about the purpose of my life or some evil institution. But I always end up sitting with my head in my hands, saying, "I guess there are a few things I'll never understand."
I met a girl on an airplane--I think her name was Maggie-- and we talked for a little while. It was the realest conversation I'd had in months. I don't know what it is about me, but I always think my good friends would be better off without me.
So I'll leave. Maybe I'll move to Alaska and live like a poet but know that I don't know shit, no. In ten years, I'll be dead or in a cubicle, and I don't know which one scares me more. I don't know which one scares me more.
Don't give up on me 'til I do. I think I'll know when it's that time.
So I'll leave. Maybe I'll move to Alaska and live like a poet but know that I don't know shit, no. In ten years, I'll be dead or in a cubicle, and I don't know which one scares me more. I don't know which one scares me more.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
