what a time, what a time I'm having here with myself. And my love (self-assigned) is getting done, somehow. i'm feeling riper now, and ready to lay out my plots and plans and designs.
and I wish, and I wish but nothing comes of it and I'm still stuck (and uninspired)
but you get in my way. you don't do what you say, if you say anything. you leave me toeing the line.
I'm not trying to change
but I seem to anyway
all the time all the time i'm wondering what have I what have I done? And I don't know
if you really believe in what you say you mean, if you mean anything, you care just half of the time. Or I'm too much.