its easier than we're making it.

i'm in a crowded room and theres so much confusion i cant seem to concentrate. i remember my dream and the images seem to surge through me, i wonder but i already know why. maybe i should speak up. i wanted the windows open, sometimes it just comes down to that. words turn into letters, but my eye turns to numbers. once again i keep smelling that memory. i curled my hair tonight and wore it in pigtails guess it looked fine, maybe just fine eh. i keep walking by the same window, keep smoking in the same bar. just a short drive if only i had a moped. the wind soaring through my skin. jus flying. so now i'm sittin here after a decent nights work...smokin

its the eye of the tiger baby and i'm just waiting to see a cylon.

....end it with uu