2003-12-07 - 8:48 p.m.
watch the sky
i love something corporate. they are feaking awsome. i mentioned something about punk rock at the dinner table last night and my dad was all "you dont know what punk rock is." but isnt something corporate, the benjamins, green day - well not really green day - the starting line and such - is that not punk rock? im not talking the sex pistols or the ramones - thats like old school. not that i have anything against them and what not. but i love something corporate. theres this song watch the sky it is freaking awsome. its the best song ive heard since wish you were here and that says something.
i feel like ive been there. everyday. all my life. "ive been up for days, i finally lost my mind, then i lost my way....you live the life youre given with the storms outside, some days all i do is watch the sky...this guilt feels so familiar and i finally feel at home." its so beautiful. and a lot of days all i do is watch the sky. most days all i do is watch the sky. from the math room last period, i paint it in art...
its been a very stress ful day. i spent over 3 and half hours trying to find a research article. not kidding. i wish i was. damn biology (this rooms too small, getting smaller....). i have to sit there for two freaking periods every other day and listen to weston talk about crap and i want to turn around and hit him. also theres been a lot of yelling in this house lately. i close my door and turn my music on and decompose inside it...
here crying inside
our car, nothing special
been there before.
passing memory after memory
for each theres another
tear passing down my cheek.
theres music playing
around inside my head
and it seems its the only truth right now
in this world.
its like a movie,
a one hit wonder
and passes like the phases of a moon.
the sound track is
playing inside my head
i dont think anyone
else can hear it
but i dont thing
anyone else is listening.
so i can sing as loud as i want
but no one will ever hear me.
i wont stand looking back
maybe if i wrap myself with the darkness
and tie myself in the moon
i can block the raindrops
cutting through the sky.
but i cant rely on the things i could before.
the moons my harshest critic and
the sky has had enough.
it seems the only truth in the world
is the kind that never rewinds.
but you can sing as loud as you want
and no one will ever know.
