There were moments of dreams I was offered to save
I live less like a workhorse more like a slave
I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brave
Would be worth the most of my life.

So I pointed my finger, shouted a few quotes I knew
As if something that´s written should be taken as true
But every path I have taken and conclusion I drew
Would put truth back under the knife.

And now the only piece of advice that continues to help:
Is anyone that´s making anything new only breaks something else.

When my time comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.
When my times comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.

So I took what I wanted and put it out of my reach
I wanted to pay for my successes with all my defeats
And if heaven was all that was promised to me
Why don´t I pray for death?
And now it seems like the unraveling has started too soon
Now I´m sleeping in hallways and I´m drinking perfume
And I´m speaking to mirrors and I´m howling at moons
While the worst and the worst that it gets.

Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.
Yes you can stare into the abyss
but it´s staring right back.

When my time comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.
When my time comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.

Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.
Yes you can stare into the abyss
but it´s staring right back.

When my time comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.
When my time comes
Ohhhhh oh oh oh.

sometimes breath alone is hard.

and it's times like those when you need little birds.
just a few
little birds.

i miss my grandpa.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning--restless and back aching.

I keep thinking that I'll be dreaming, but then I'm not...

God, when is this supposed to get better?

I don't see this ever getting better--

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pup-hating.

All my life I have said that I don't like dogs.

All my life, my opinion about dogs has been an understatement.

--nothing like dog-sitting for 4 dogs as a favor to your godmother (who you love so much you just can't say no to)--to remind ya how ya felt about the stinkers.
(The word "stinker" is totally literal here).

something really magical happened

It's worth an in-person explanation, but I think I met an angel. Not a metaphoric one. The real deal.

texting between friends.

Self: YMCA is playing “Sweet Child of Mine,” haha, shocker…

Drew: The Mville Y plays the worst music! Puddle of Mudd and stuff. Baaad.

Self: In a way, Mville YMCA makes me want to go faster and harder though, haha, like I am running away from the Land of Bad Beatz.

Drew: Some people believe in putting cheese in front of you, others believe in having a wolf chasing you; the Y must feel the wolf is more motivating, haha.