Perhaps I'll leave this place. I've far horizons to explore. The world is wider than my feeble vision, and echoes can not see. I feel a calling to depart from the commonplace and usual. My perception has been dulled by repetition. And so I'll leave, take up my hopes, and travel far, to that waiting destination until existence again bores me. Then I'll leave once more.
So I Have To Bring In All The Art That I’ve Ever Made To Class Tomorrow. Man I’ve Made A Bunch Of Stuff.
I’m thinking maybe I can’t have relationships
‘Cause lately they’re not making any sense
And baby you’re the one thing on my mind
But that can change anytime
‘Cause there’s so many fine women
That my head is spinning
And I’ve lost all feeling