The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You’re barely waking
And I’m tangled up in you
Yeah
I’m open, you’re closed
Where I follow, you’ll go
I worry I won’t see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I’m quiet you know
You make a first impression
I’ve found I’m scared to know I’m always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
“Collide” – Howie Day
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I took a bath this evening, for the first time in years. Isn’t it strange that we humans attempt to relax by immersing our bodies in scalding hot water? All in all it wasn’t so bad, though the local bathtub would’ve been small for Res I(p)sa, let alone my fat ass.
Why the attempt to relax? I dunno; I was bored, alone, and didn’t feel like working. Oh yeah, and I was pissed off after a day of endless disappointment. Now mind you, I’m no stranger to let downs. As a matter of fact, every new one just validates my cheery outlook on life. But there’s only so much even I can take. Prioritized, stood up, and bad news from home, one after another, does nothing for my well being. Thus a bath, with good whisky, ashtray and case reading in tow. Yeah, yeah; there’s that Type A again, trying to do 18,451,904 things at once.
I should sleep, but I’ve just poured a bad whiskey and soda that I’d feel bad leaving sat about. So off I go to stare at the mountainous piles of work that I really wouldn’t mind accidentally dropping a lit cigarette on while I nurse this acrid drink.
Bon nuit.
