I sit here silent with nothing to do, Looking at pictures that remind me of you. It's frustrating way of dealing with my doubts about us. Should I scream or just cry out? I'm so tired of both ways, I'm gonna have to re-evaluate my days. But at least I've got lots of things to do, It helps me out. I get to feel good somehow. I follow trails I've laid out before, I bring my friends and they remind me even more Of how to feel good about this. When I become a part of this self destructive unease, They won't pretend at all. They'll kick me right back into me. Now that became a cloud in the sky. I totally forgot why. It's in between a late summer day and early October way. Now I forgot what I was gonna say. But at least I've got lots of things to do. It helps me out I get to feel good somehow I follow trails I've laid out before, I bring my friends and they remind me even more Of how to feel good about this. When I become a part of this self destructive unease, They won't pretend at all. They'll kick me right back into me.