'Cause all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's.
I listened to this album today while I took a bath.
And I wondered about that line.
Is the pickup truck multi-colored, or are you just looking at one type of street sign?
I should really be sleeping.
But I'm not.
As usual.
As long as someone IMs me and wakes me up at a decent hour tomorrow, I suppose it doesn't really matter.
Not that anything really matters.
Because nothing really matters anymore.
My cereal has bugs in it, and I can't be bothered to stop eating it.
I'm not that hungry, it's just that nothing really matters.
Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.
So kiss me goodbye.
Baby, I would kiss you hello and goodbye and anything in between.
But I'd rather kiss you goodnight.
Wonder why I'm so obsessed with sleep.
I feel like I can never get enough of it.
And yet, it's such a waste.
Maybe my fascination stems from something deeper, like the thought of sleep.
It's like death. Just shorter and not quite as painful.
Be back later.
I hope.
Xo.
