The Lake of One's Being

24 January 2007

Wanting to lie in bed all day, and maybe never waking up.

Sitting in a car, cruising along the expressway, and wishing the ride would never end.
Copious consumption of alcohol.
Finding refuge in sad songs, and even sadder ones.

You could say we're being emo. But I'd say it's a quarter-life crisis we're all going through.
I could go on, and list the characteristics, maybe analyse my situation abit, but I'm tired and it's been a long day, and I have school work to do and there's class tomorrow, and if I keep at this, I don't think I could go on.
If there's a soundtrack to our lives right now though, this one below can probably be track #1.

Why Georgia. by John Mayer.

I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
just stuck inside the gloom
4 more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave it all behind

Cause I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like home
But all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul

Either way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

So what, so I've got a smile on
But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down

Everybody is just a stranger but
That's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
Still "everything happens for a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myself

If I am living it right
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

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