i bury myself in the backyard/only to have my dog sniff me out.
well, this weekend i am screaming nothing
and i want to burn my hands into the dollars that fall from the pockets
of a man I will never known in Los Angeles,
of a woman I will never greet in Japan.
I want to make music, bad.
I want to stay on top of things.
I want to stop stressing out about others.
Those who don't even stress out about themselves.
And all of this makes me sound so unhappy.
But I've been smiling all week.
i just want to feel like I am progressing.
It's a very simple thing.